We drove by Howard Roosa School in Evansville while we were there. It is now known as Joshua Academy, but, when my mom went here, it was Howard Roosa.
We swung by because my mom hadn't been here in decades. She wanted to see what she could remember.
She remembered the old train tracks. She said that the home she lived in was very close to the school, and that it had been purchased, and knocked down so that they could build a playground by the school.
When she was very young, her family also briefly lived on Van Bidder in Evansville too. We drove by that neighborhood, and there were some modern looking houses there now. She is certain that all of the homes that were there when she lived there were destroyed to make room for the newer homes.
My mom actually has some strange stories relating to her childhood (I joke with her at times that it sounds like Stephen King wrote her childhood). BUT, I think a lot of people who grew up after the depression had similar experiences.
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