It was towards evening, and we could not stay.

I wanted to knock on the door where the Judge lived , but Carol was adament about us moving on. She has since commented that she would never care to return. It's not that I am in love with the place myself, but I am curious as to how things are now on the street.
When we lived there, apartments lined the hill behind us. These were railroad homes. They dug a foundations at the base of the hill, built a house, and then dug another foundation, and built another house ontop until they reached the top of the hill. They did this on both sides of a tsidewalk. A gutter was on one side, so that rain water, and water from washing could go down the hill to a small spillway. We kids used the tile lined gutter for a slide.
On that evening we were there, I noticed that those houses were abandoned, and that some of the windows had been broken out, and the wind whipped curtains from the windows to the outside. It made for an eerie sight..
There is a lot of things I would have liked to explore. I would have loved to go to my old school, and see if the spring was still on the hill near the ball field. I recall as a child, that it ran cold cool water year round. Many a thirsty day, I had drunk from that small spring. Then there was a path, a path I often took, and found a tree had been felled. It blocked the path, and as a child, I had difficulty climbing over it, I am sure by now, it was not as it was then, perhaps it had even shrunk through decay.
As I went up the hill, not going to the right which would have taken me to my old school.,I looked over at a building to my right, which had once been a grocery store. It now was vacant. I saw saw horses in the front window, perhaps someone was fixing it up to be something different now.
I recall when I was a child falling into fresh cement at that very store. I ruined a perfectly good pair of corderoy pants. They never were my favorite, and my Mom never bought me corderoy anything after that.