The people who owned the building where we lived wanted our flat for their son. Now, apartments were very difficult to find in 1920. So my mother and father went looking. They looked at this flat on Flournoy Street, but the man said, “No, I don’t want children.”
After a while the landlord, Mrs. Graham, who had been my mother’s good freind, decided to evict us. She got an eviction notice against us. My father was working, so he couldn’t go. My mother went to court alone and stood in front of the judge and said, “We’ve tried and tried, but we haven’t been able to find an apartment.”
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Mrs. Boyle said, “Yes, I remember you.”
So the day we were moving, my mother was to take the children to the new house while my father stayed with the movers and to make sure the house was cleaned and everything.
My mother loved Our Lady of Sorrows. And after she found the apartment she said, “We’re never going to move out of this parish till you kids are out of school.” And that’s what happened. We stayed in the neighborhood until 1937.
