WHAT ARE YOU BEST MEMORIES OF GROWING UP IN McMEESPORT

I remember not being able to get in any trouble in the neighborhood because your mother would know before you got home....your grandparents lived next to you...your aunt down the street ....2 streets over lived an uncle...and all of them plus your cousins would go over grandma's after church for lunch....the women would wash the dishes while the men watched the steelers in the livingroom

flying around the hood and landing on fresh dog shit. there are alot of dogs so fresh shit is always easy to find

My best memories were when we would go on vacation & seeing McKeesport in the rear view. My final & favorite memory is seeing it for the last time in the rear view mirror of the moving truck.

Catching two trains going opposite directions on Lylse Blvd when trying to make it to night school on time.

I enjoyed watching the crack epademic and hud slowly take mckeesport down. I also enjoyed many movie days at school when my teachers were to hungover to teach. I really enjoyed be robed several times too.Like others my fondest memory was leaving that welfare driven,taxpayer burden of a city.

i enjoy reading ralphs post trying to figure out his spelling. that crack "epidemic" must of got to him. while he was getting "robbed".

You know what they call a future educator that graduates a the bottom of their class? A MASD teacher. Recuiters even stray away from that school knowing the kids cant even pass the asvab test to enter the military. Your doin a real bang up job.Keep up the good work!

mckeesport teacher wrote:

i enjoy reading ralphs post trying to figure out his spelling. that crack "epidemic" must of got to him. while he was getting "robbed".

and mabey that crack "epademic" did get to me. Oh well, I still make more money than you.

RALPH ...not work in someones shitty water all day, not smelling like a swamp monkey after work,teaching our future doctors ,scientist andplummers ....priceless

so far all that have responded to the question seem to be the socialpathic neurotic depressed peoeple from crawford village. i guess those from harrison village either havent stolen a laptop yet or cannot figure out how to type with all these letters scrambled all over the place on this board

di mihuc wrote:

RALPH ...not work in someones shitty water all day, not smelling like a swamp monkey after work,teaching our future doctors ,scientist andplummers ....priceless

Thats deep man. You sound so smart. Not really though.

Smart enough that I make over 6 figures....Ralph in case you not know to get to six you need to use ONE finger of you left hand....yes you can use the one you pick your nose with... plus all of the fingers on your rght hand...please do not do this while playing with your self...this may cause an injury to yourself

I loved navigating West Fifth Ave trying to straddle the street car "sharp edge" rails away from my bald tires, the fall evening sun blocking the "street car safety island" (responsible for more than one automobile fatality), and above all - traffic was not impeded by two UNNECESSARY STOP SIGNS.

West Fifth always gave me a good shot at or the thrill of the safety island jumping out from behind the sun.

Bring the City back? How many years has the railroad crossing at the two stop signs been closed?

Is the stop sign there to slow outbound traffic for a left try into the adult super market?

my best memory is when i was not aware of how corrupt the police and politicians were

mine is Mr Larossa my 4th grade teacher....i was a member of the book of the monthclub his club for the "best students"....my girl friends where not in the club...I WAS TOLD THAT I COULD NOT PLAY WITH THEM SINCE THEY WHERE NOT IN THE CLUB.... SO I QUIT THE CLUB....this was the first time i stood up for what i felt was right....MR LA ROSA then kicked me out of the club....PRETY GOOS FOR A 4TH GRADE TEACHER...LOTS OF MORALS WHERE TOUGHT IN HIS CLASS ROOM....HE IS THE REASON I BECAME LAWYER

mckeesport teacher wrote:

i enjoy reading ralphs post trying to figure out his spelling. that crack "epidemic" must of got to him. while he was getting "robbed".

Ok, I am not the grammar police & you are not the spelling police but if you are going to correct someone on their spelling at least do it properly. MUST OF got to him? Try MUST HAVE, that is proper grammar. A Teacher? Wow.

I rest my case.

DI MIHUC MELLON wrote:

mine is Mr Larossa my 4th grade teacher....i was a member of the book of the monthclub his club for the "best students"....my girl friends where not in the club...I WAS TOLD THAT I COULD NOT PLAY WITH THEM SINCE THEY WHERE NOT IN THE CLUB.... SO I QUIT THE CLUB....this was the first time i stood up for what i felt was right....MR LA ROSA then kicked me out of the club....PRETY GOOS FOR A 4TH GRADE TEACHER...LOTS OF MORALS WHERE TOUGHT IN HIS CLASS ROOM....HE IS THE REASON I BECAME LAWYER

Please stop talking.

I like the tradition at old Tech High when the late Dr. McRoy (SP?) was principle about 1952.

If someone dropped anything on the floor at lunch time all the students would slam their fists on the porcelain tables tops. What a noise zone!

Dr. McRoy was walking through the cafeteria at lunch time with an out of town visitor and reached for a plate and threw it to the floor and it shattered into many fragments.

The visitor almost had a cardiac arrest from the table pounding. The good Dr. could not stop laughing. Doc was as good (bad) as the we students.

I remember... my first kiss..his name is not important but it WAS THE BEGING OF THE BEST SUMMER EVER.... we would go camping and hang around renzie ...then the fall came and he went away to college. When he came home for christmas vacation I had already met Gary..so that was it... but that was a good time