A Little Background
My parents married in New York City on October 15, 1927, about 5 months after my Mother arrived in the USA from my parents' hometown in Germany. They soon moved to Richmond where my Dad began a lower management job with Armour & Co. down on 17th & Broad Sts. During this time they lived in an apartment on Stuart Avenue in the Fan. During that first year in Richmond, my Mother became pregnant and well into that pregnancy, she miscarried twin boys. It was a very traumatic experience for her, since the miscarriage took place while my Dad was at work. There was no phone and nobody heard my Mother calling out. My Dad found her when he came home from work and she was put into the hospital to recover.
By late 1929, my Mother was pregnant again and on July 18, 1930, she was delivered of a son at Stuart Circle Hospital. This was my older brother, Frederick John Lindner or Freddie, or Fritz, as his friends always called him. I remember my Mother talking about pushing his baby carriage down the street to one of the little Fan District parks as an excursion. My Dad also spoke of the Park Avenue Inn. I'm not sure where on Park Avenue that was or what has taken its place.
Sometime in 1930 or early 1931, my parents moved to Third Avenue in Highland Park, renting a corner house that has since burned down. The house was a 2-family home and it was there that my Uncle Henry came to live when he arrived from Germany. Aunt Julia and the children arrived somewhat later and each family had a floor to themselves.
In the midst of the Depression, my Dad, who had saved some money, decided to buy a foreclosed house on Arnold Avenue. I think it was around 1933 and I think he paid $3000 for it. My Uncle and Aunt and their family had in the meantime moved to Roanoke where my Uncle, who was also a Master butcher like my Dad, had found a good job.
The house at 605 Arnold Avenue is the only one I ever knew. That is where I grew up and where my memories were made. My parents lived there until my Mother could no longer keep house. In 1969, they moved to my brother's home in Fairfax County.
By late 1929, my Mother was pregnant again and on July 18, 1930, she was delivered of a son at Stuart Circle Hospital. This was my older brother, Frederick John Lindner or Freddie, or Fritz, as his friends always called him. I remember my Mother talking about pushing his baby carriage down the street to one of the little Fan District parks as an excursion. My Dad also spoke of the Park Avenue Inn. I'm not sure where on Park Avenue that was or what has taken its place.
Sometime in 1930 or early 1931, my parents moved to Third Avenue in Highland Park, renting a corner house that has since burned down. The house was a 2-family home and it was there that my Uncle Henry came to live when he arrived from Germany. Aunt Julia and the children arrived somewhat later and each family had a floor to themselves.
In the midst of the Depression, my Dad, who had saved some money, decided to buy a foreclosed house on Arnold Avenue. I think it was around 1933 and I think he paid $3000 for it. My Uncle and Aunt and their family had in the meantime moved to Roanoke where my Uncle, who was also a Master butcher like my Dad, had found a good job.
The house at 605 Arnold Avenue is the only one I ever knew. That is where I grew up and where my memories were made. My parents lived there until my Mother could no longer keep house. In 1969, they moved to my brother's home in Fairfax County.
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