On The Streets Where We Lived

Home of The Pecan Park Eagle 6646 Japonica Street Houston, TX 77087 1945-1958

Home of One Pecan Park Eagle
6646 Japonica Street
Houston, TX 77087
1945-1958

Our good SABR friend, Father Gerald Beirne, is busy this week fighting the cold of that rampaging blizzard in New England at his snowed-in abode in Narragansett, RI and he has chosen to spend the time warming our hearts in more hospitable climes with warm and fuzzy high tech sites that are designed to open the bucket of nostalgia confetti that hangs over most of our heads.

This website is sort of a “Goggle Maps Made Even Easier” vehicle for instantly viewing any place in your childhood years that may have been special to you. For example, if you want to see a piece of Pecan Park in Houston, where I grew up, as it exists today, just use the link below and type in “6646 Japonica, Houston, TX 77087” and, voila, there’s our little house i Southeast Houston off the Gulf Freeway at Griggs Road, looking far now than it ever did when we lived there some seventy years ago. Then, if you use the little drag-and-see tools there to move around the neighborhood, you will even find our not-so-famous “Eagle Field” sandlot, catty cornered across the street from our old north-facing home site, now officially known as “Japonica Park.” It’s too cluttered now with small children’s playground equipment to handle the kinds of games we used to play.

Eagle Sandlot Park 1947-1952 Now Japonica Park Japonica @ Myrtle Streets Houston, TX in 2015

Eagle Sandlot Park
1947-1952
Now Japonica Park
Japonica @ Myrtle Streets
Houston, TX in 2015

Of course, you may want to just check out the two photos taken here from our own search and go straight to your own. Just insert the full street, town and city address of your own history and watch what happens.

And please – those of you who will – consider sharing your experience in the search with a comment on this Pecan Park Eagle site, and not as an e-mail to me that leaves everyone else out in the rain on your particular observations . We’re all on this time-limited ride of life together – even if we do enter and exit on our own time schedule. The more we are able to share the joys and sorrows of our own journeys, the tighter our chances grow for becoming more connected to our common ground as human beings.

Here’s the magically visual time machine link that will take you back to where you each started, if it’s on their maps. Have fun!

http://www.vpike.com/

Have fun! Let us hear from you, if you will. And thanks agin, Father Gerald Beirne, for this wonderful gift!

– The Pecan Park Eagle

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3 Responses to “On The Streets Where We Lived”

  1. Rick B. Says:

    Bill,
    I’m posting my thoughts because you asked that other people share; other than that, I don’t know that anyone will care for the ramblings of a stranger (since I have yet to make it to one of the SABR meetings at which I could meet you and many of the other folks who post here on your blog). : )

    I, too, fall victim to the nostalgia bug from time to time, but I have found it better simply to recall the pictures from my memory than to try to find what places from my past look like now. Most people/places/things change, and they are rarely the same as we remember them.

    I have the CD version of Lawrence Ritter’s “The Glory of Their Times” (it’s fantastic in that you can hear all the interviews with the ballplayers featured in his book). At the beginning of the first CD, Ritter states that he believes he took on the project because his father died around the same time as Ty Cobb; he believed he was trying to find a part of his own past again.

    I have shared Ritter’s wistfulness as my own father died just last June at the age of 87. I recently took my three young sons on a journey to the fishing spot that my dad and I often used to frequent. They have been fishing before, and I thought I might take them to the spot from time to time when we visit my mother. I was sorely disappointed. The spot was a cove and many fish used to run into it – we caught bass, crappie, and catfish there. Well, the drought in Central Texas is still so extreme that there is no cove there at the moment. All you can see as a boat dock on rocky soil – it’s the only sign that water ever ran back into that area.

    We skipped some rocks across the main body of water, and I decided that there were plenty of other areas where we could fish. Unfortunately, that stark scene sometimes intrudes into my mind now and stands side-by-side with the more pleasing memories from decades ago.

    Still, I believe in living in the present and looking toward the future, so I shake it off and recall the pleasant memories of my father as I try to create new ones for my sons to recall when they reach the age at which they also yearn for times gone by.

    I don’t know what this earthly realm or the life we’ve led in it will mean when we reach the hereafter. I just want to try to enjoy the here and now as much as possible and pray that we all have the faith to end up together in heaven.

    Now, see what you made me do. My reply is as long (or longer) than your post. : )

  2. Bill McCurdy Says:

    Beautiful. – Thanks, Rick.

  3. Tom Hunter Says:

    On one of my annual trips to Pearland, I knocked on the door of my old house and was invited in by the current owners. I brought photographs of the house from the time when it was built in 1956. They enjoyed the pictures and I had a wonderful time walking through the house. I also walked through the halls of my elementary school and enjoyed all the attendant memories that welled up. I used the website you provided to look at my old house. Thanks, Bill.

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