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West on Guy Park Ave.

Saturday, November 16, 2013 - Updated: 4:08 AM

By James Sheridan

For The Recorder

I have been in St. Mary's Hospital about 15 days and the care and consideration I have received has made me feel like a whole man again. I am very surprised at the number of people who have wished me well during my illness. It seems like I have touched a number of people in a positive way. I received a letter of commendation from Bob Masten's wife. It seems she picks us up by email, and she wrote me to thank me for the consideration I gave Bob.

Now we come to a trip which starts at the corner of Northampton Road and Guy Park Avenue. Ignore Northampton -- maybe later, we'll get to see what is up there. For now, we will proceed from the traffic light west, up past where the old Memorial Hospital used to be, past the former Walter Elwood Museum building, which used to be the Guy Park Avenue School. (Say a prayer for Mary Margaret who gave a great portion of her life to keeping that going.) Now let's go up past Dr. Bennison's place. The farther up Guy Park Avenue you go on the right hand side of the street, the houses become more elaborate, until you pass St. Mary's Hospital where everything evens out.

On the way, we pass Congregation Sons of Israel Synagogue, which replaced the one on the corner of Grove and Liberty, demolished in the 1970s to make room for the arterial. Then we come to an empty edifice next to Dove Creek, which I am sure has many memories for all of us -- Steadwell's Coffee Shop. Many younger readers might remember it as Puglisi's Confectionery, Dove Confectionery or Matthews on the Avenue. Before St. Mary's enhanced its cafeteria, this was a place of many fond food memories. Then we keep going until we hit the West End Memorial Park at the end of Guy Park Avenue.

There you may have your chauffeur let you out of the car, and you may sit on a bench, and in total tranquility you my gaze at the former house of Mr. Edward Mohringer. In 1936, this was a palatial estate. Shortly after my father's passing, my sister and I received many bags of clothing from the Mohringer children. First let me explain to you what the Mohringer children wore. When Mr. Mohringer went shopping, he spared no expense buying all his children the top brands of clothing. Their clothes wore like iron, so my sister and I dressed very fashionably. My sister, Pat, wore Roberta's hand-me-downs, and I wore Eddie's.

If you want to make that trip now, I suggest on your way home that you go up Forest Avenue and stop at Europa. Order two pancakes with extra butter and a cup of coffee. You won't be disappointed.

Next week I will try to explain the reasoning behind this trip up the avenue.

Thank you for your patience.

JAMES SHERIDAN is an area native and frequent contributor.

     

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