The pic on the right was taken around 1963 in Flint Michigan which is where I was born. That would have made me five years old? Maybe this was 1962, LOL.

The hospital where I was born, St. Joseph Hospital, was right across the street. I always made a joke that I walked home.

My house was on the corner of Kensington and East Second Street. My dad was a builder and this was a custom build house that I think he build a year or two before I was born in 1956.

Most of the houses in Flint were small little bungalow-type homes. Most were less than 1,500 square feet. Of course back then they all looked big to me.

Since my Dad custom-built our home it wasn’t like anything else in the neighborhood. It was a six-bedroom three and a half bath house with a fully finished basement. I’m thinking it was about 3,500 square feet with the finished basement.

By Flint’s standards, we were considered rich.

Growing up in Flint was almost magical looking back. Flint was a blue-collar working man’s town. Most of the people that lived there worked in one of the many automotive shops.

I don’t remember any real crime to speak of growing up in Flint. I do remember when the riots were going on in Detroit in 1967.

Apparently (from what I remember) there was speculation that the riots would eventually spill over into the Flint area.

I remember one of my brothers writing with chalk on the little sidewalk that went parallel to our side entry garage. I don’t remember what he wrote. I think it was something sarcastic like, “Welcome rioters.” LOL

I have some very fond memories of growing up in Flint.