My Mom spent the first 12 years of her life in this home. It was a home of hard-workers…of potato pancakes and many Catholic children. Papie, my Great Grandfather, shoveled coal for most of his life and delivered it when he was lucky. The homestead has been divided into five separate apartments and is no longer a part of our family, but it was ‘magical’ to return the the spot I had visited as a little girl. I remember waiting for my Great Grandmother, Mamie, to come home from her Friday night bingo game, my ear pressed against the register in the wood floor upstairs.