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Old 07-01-2019, 04:08 AM
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Remember Swifton Village Lived their until 1960 moved to Philadelphia dad got transferd from GE.

Remember Swamp Field ball field located behind 1917 and 1919 Langdon Farm rd. I attended Swifton Primary 2nd grade.

Loved going to Swifton Shopping Center.
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Old 12-03-2019, 10:18 PM
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Originally Posted by MiddleCincinnati View Post
When I was there, a few years later than you, the principal was a
Miss/Mrs. Tucker. Sounds like it may be the same Susan you
mention later in your posting.

Do you remember the occasional assemblies in which the entire
student body would convene to watch "educational television"?
This is the moniker by which Channel 48 went in those days.

I seem to recall that the school was segregated in those days.
Could that be right?
I donot butIremember Ms. Tucker I went to Swifton Primaary 1st/2nd Grade School was brand new.
My adress was 1917 Langdon Farm Rd. Iam looking for Holly she will know Sam Colliver.
Great memories of Swifton.
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Old 12-03-2022, 04:09 PM
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Default Swifton Village apatrtments

[quote=Megan J;4978197]I lived in Swifton Village apartments from 1957 through 1960. I even remember my address: 1919 Rockingham Ave. I have many memories that I will list here and would love to hear from anyone who remembers and relates to the same.

I attended Carthage School for first and second grade (1957 and 1958). Then, for third grade I attended the newly opened Swifton Primary School (1959). Then, since that school was only for grades one through three, I next went to Bond Hill for fourth grade (1960). After that, our family moved to Chicago.

Some of my memories of the Carthage School are:

There were two buildings -- an old one and a new one. One day the students had to evacuate the old building because of falling debri until it was determined that the building was safe.

To get to Carthage, we took a bus from a corner on Rhode Island Ave. On cold morning, we'd huddle in a nearby apartment vestibule while waiting for the bus. I remember my red plaid metal lunchbox that, if dropped too hard, the thermos would rattle with the broken interior glass.

(And speaking of those Swifton Village apartment vestibules, they were always crowded with our bikes in the summertime. Usually you'd find that your bike was hidden under about eight other bikes that you had to remove first to get to yours.)

We ate lunch in the Carthage School cafeteria. Sometimes, instead of bringing our lunch, we'd buy the hot meal. The accompanying milk came in little glass bottles. One day, about five had been dropped and broken, unintentionally, by students. The principal made an announcement that he did not want to hear one more bottle shattering. Almost on cue, I accidentally knocked mine off of my tray. I was a very shy child and can still remember the red-faced principal rushing up to me with the veins popping in his face. He must have seen the fear in my face because he didn't say anything to me. He just called for the janitor to clean up the broken glass and spilled milk.

My memories of Swifton Primary School include:

The echo your voice made when you yelled in the gangway in front of the kindergarten rooms.

The principal being a woman, which was very unusual for that time.

A tornado warning one day lead to an announcement that no one was to leave the school. I must not have heard the announcement because I walked home. My mother and I returned to pick up my younger sister, a first grader. The woman principal was very cross and scolded me in front of my mother for leaving the building.

My third grade teacher at Swifton was Mrs. Bernstein. One day she told us about a swastika that vandals had painted on a garage door in her neighborhood. Being only 8 years old, I wasn't sure what a swastika was. Mrs. Bernstein went on for about 20 minutes about how horrible was that act of vandalism. This was in 1959, only a little over a decade after WWII. Today I wonder if she, or her relatives, had been persecuted by the Nazis and perhaps her rage and sadness came from very recent personal experience in concentration camps. Today, that era seems so distant, but now I realize how close that 1950's time was to those unspeakable attrocities.

In Mrs. Bernstein's class, we had a classmate named Gregory. One day his mom brought a record player to school so that Gregory could entertain the class by lip-syncing to Bobby Darin's recording of "Mack the Knife". Gregory's act included all the Bobby Darin motions, like snapping his fingers and pivoting around in a circle. Does anyone out there remember this? Or better still, is Gregory himself reading this (probably with a red face)?

When I went to Bond Hill, for fourth grade, many, if not most of my classmates were Jewish. The bulletin boards were decorated mostly for Honnika (sp?) with very little Christmas. Talk among the students was what gifts they had been given for each of the 12 days of their holiday. Most had to go to Hebrew lessons right after school and therefore, were not available for play on those days.

Corporal punishment was allowed at Bond Hill School. I believe we all called the gym teacher Mr. L. I remember him paddling some of the boys during square dancing in gym class for goofing off instead of "dosey-dow-ing". We also had a social studies teacher with a severe hairstyle (gray hair pulled back tightly into a bun at the nape of her neck) who never used a paddle. She would just sit down and pull the offending student over her knee and paddle with her hand - hard - for about thirty swats. I don't remember any girls getting paddled -- only boys. And the boys would always cry after the paddling and the class would behave for days.

I think paddling was allowed at Swifton Primary also, though maybe that was just talk. The rumor was that the principal (her name just came to me: we called her Susan) had a paddle in her office that you would have to sign after you got paddled. Today, teachers and principals would be fired and lawsuits filed if this occurred in school.

We, as fourth graders at Bond Hill School, would be allowed to go out to lunch. Usually that meant the White Castle. It would be so crowded with starving students that you'd have to wait for 15 minutes to get waited on -- all the while smelling the delectible aroma of grilled onions. Once, a friend and I decided to eat lunch at a regular sit-down Chinese restaurant. We, mere nine-year-olds, placed our order. Then, after waiting in our booth for what seemed like hours for the food to come, we began to get nervous. What if we were late getting back? What if we didn't have enough money? So, after scoping out that the staff was out of sight (probably in the kitchen preparing our order), we ran out the door and back to school. We suffered for our sins: we ate no lunch that day.

Memories of the Swifton Village apartment complex include:

Climbing onto the garage roofs by stepping over the barbed wire railing and tossing handfulls of the tiny roof pebbles onto the parking lots.

Collecting bags and bags of buckeyes in the fall.

Rollar skating (with the clamp-on type of skates) in those garages.

Playing in old model-T type of cars that were parked for years in the parking lot behind our building.

Since no one had air-conditioning, on summer nights the grownups would sit out til late (11 p.m or so) on lawn chairs while the kids ran around and caught fire flies. A big treat was when one of the father's set up a card table and sliced several watermelons.

Everyday at about 5 p.m., the ice cream truck would stop. Kids would be lined up waiting with their nickel to get either a popsicle or a 5 cent airplane (made of balsa wood and a rubber band wind-up propeller).

In winter, we only had to go out our front door for some great sledding hills. Once, our father pulled us on the sled to Cincinnati Gardens to ice skate.

Memories of Swifton Village Shopping Center are:

One day, a hula demonstration occurred in the open-air mall. For weeks after, we girls in the neighborhood fashioned hula skirts out of ripped newspaper and practiced our hula dancing.

Once, a man demonstrated yo-yo's there and that became the new hot toy.

Another new toy, called a hula hoop, first made the scene and became a huge fad in the neighborhood.

We also played the old favorites: Pick-up-Sticks, model cars in the dirt, Jacks, jump-rope, hop-scotch, four-square ball, and riding our bikes with the baloon tires. Back then, not everyone had their own bike; usually sisters and brothers had to share, as in "one-bike-per-family". Parents probably figured, "Why spend money for three bikes when all three kids probably would rarely want to bike ride at the same time?"

Every 5 or 10 apartment buildings, one could find a playground with slides, swings,and teeter totters. Unlike today, if you fell, you'd be falling onto hard asphalt.

I remember that some of the apartment buildings had washers and dryers in the basement - to be used by the surrounding apartment buildings. There was a posted schedule on the wall where residents were assigned a day and time for doing their wash.

Speaking of clothes, I remember have only two to three school dresses, a few cardigan sweaters, and school shoes. After school, we'd change into our play clothes. In the summer, we lived in playsuits and gymshoes bought at the dime store. A coveted piece of attire was pastel sandals that I talked my mom into buying me one summer.

Before Swifton Village had a swimming pool, we'd take a bus (probably to Bond Hill) to a pool. After swimming, we'd wait in the parking lot for the return bus and breathe in the smell of fresh seal-coating. To this day, when confronted with that smell, I remember the rare treat of swimming. Shortly after, a new pool was build near the Swifton Shopping center. The dressing room and showers were housed in a made-over connected row of garages. After swimming, we'd walk to the pizza place at the shopping center.

Since going to the movies involved taking a bus (probably into the city), I only saw two pictures during my four years in Cincinnati: 101 Dalmations and Swiss Family Robinson. Unfortunately, a scary preview of an Alfred Hitchcock movies was shown that gave me nightmares. In it, a woman opens a delivered package to find binoculars. She can't see anything through the lenses. But she soon notices the instructions that say to push a focus-button while looking in the binoculars. She does, and two metal awls pop out and take out her eyeballs. We in the audience hear her scream as the camera pans in on the dropped, bloody binoculars.

Once we went to Coney Island for a birthday party. Once we went to Sharon Woods. And once we went to Eden Park to float our wooden boat in the pond that overlooked the Ohio River. There was a statue there depicting a story of a wolf who had raised some orphaned children. We kids climbed up on the brass statue to get a closer look at the wolf's nipples that supposedly nourished the babies.

One of our neighbors at Swifton Villagte was named Norma Ting. She had a son, Virgil, about my age. One day, the Tings hosted a complete, home-made Chinese dinner for all the grown-ups in the building. I have some pictures of that party that I found in my parents things after they passed away.

I remember other neighbors too: The Starchers: Freddie (with a red crew cut), Larry (with a blond crew cut), and little brother Randy. I remember being impressed by the loafers they wore: the tongue was on metal hinge. Another fad was the Davey Crocket coonskin hat.

Another neighbor had three daughters: twins Laurel Wood and Holly Wood and little sister (my age) Willow Wood. We'd spend Sunday evenings at their apartment eating grilled cheese sandwiches and watching Lassie on TV.

Although the neighbors got along great, I remember one isolated argument between the grownups. It started with a kids fight for which the grownups took sides. We kids forgot our quarrel and became frightened to see everyone's mom and dad yelling insults out their windows to each other. The parents must have realized how foolish they were, as we kids soon forgot our quarrel and so they did too.

We, like most families, only had one car. Since my father was a traveling salesman and took the car for three weeks at a time, my mother had to order her groceries delivered.

My older sister went to seventh grade at Woodward High School (which at that time was for grades seven through twelve). She took swimming lessons there during gym glass (today, it would be rare for a seventh-grader to have a swimming pool at school). She was a member of a club of about four girls; they called themselves the TC's (which secretly stood for Tiny Chicks) and they wore matching pink jackets. I believe one of the members of this club was named Karen Fox.

My mother took night school classes at Woodward. We still have in the family a wall shelf that she made in woodworking class. Another class she took was nude drawing with live models. We used to sneak peeks at her sketch book.

My name, Megan, was one of a kind back then in the 50's. I wanted so much to have a "normal" name, like Suzie, Patty, Kathy, or Mary--one that teachers wouldn't mispronounce as Mee-gun. And now that my name is popular, it still doesn't suit. How many 57 year olds do you know with the name of Megan? I was the only Megan for the first 25 years of my life so that to this day, when I hear a stressed-out mother shouting something like "Megan, come here now!", my instinct is to think that she means me!

Seems I've rattled on long enough. If anyone can relate to these memories from Swifton Village in the 50's, please respond.

[/QUOTDear Megan, Thank you or sharing your memories. I had friends who lived in Swifton Village and also in Carthage and Hartwell. I lived in Roselawn and started the 1st grade at Our Mother of Sorrows elementary school in 1957. My friend Greg and I used to go to Neumark's Record Shop in the 60s to buy whatever was new from the Beatles and the Rolling Stones. I do remember those little glass bottles of white milk and chocolate milk. And I remember the ice cream truck that used to come by in the afternoon. I saw the Beatles live at Crosley Field in 1966. Best wishes!
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Old 10-10-2023, 05:02 PM
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I lived at 1985 Seymore Ave, apartment 3 from 1955 - 1958. (My dad was band director at Walnut Hills H.S. during this time.) I attended Carthage Elementary School, grades 4 thru 6, and had the privilege of being taught by two of my all-time favorite teachers, Mr. Harold Davidson and Miss Harriet Blessing. Mr. Davidson, my 6th grade teacher, created a wonderful learning environment in the classroom and was a great inspiration to me towards higher learning. Miss Blessing was our Health, Science, PhysEd. teacher who positively influenced me in a number of ways later in life. Other teachers of whom I have fond memories were Mrs. Simmons, 4th grade, Mrs. Renshaw, 5th grade; Miss Noonan, Art; Miss Wilson, Music; Miss Rosen and Miss Keeton, Math. Building Principal was Mr. Kerchner(sp?)

As for my favorite stores at Swifton Center? Roger's Toys and Pasquali's Pizza! (Not to forget the Pony Keg on Seymore Ave near the Gardens)

One neat thing about Swifton Village was that many of the Cincinnati Redlegs baseball team moved into the village during baseball season. As kids, we had no compunction about knocking on their doors and requesting autographs. Most of the players were ready for us and gave us 8x10 autographed glossies of them posing in a batting or fielding stance

Well, that's all for now - I have more memories that I will publish in future postings.

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Phil Gasbarro
Mount Vernon, Ohio
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Old 11-07-2023, 05:09 AM
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I lived at 1926 Langdon Farm Road. I lived there my entire childhood until age 18. I have older brothers, Andrew and Smoky Stark and an older sister Karen. Andrew and Karen graduated from Woodward and Smoky attended Walnut Hills. We have wonderful memories of Swifton area.....sleigh riding at Roselawn park, Circus and hockey games at the gardens, Bond Hill library, going to White Castles on Reading Road/AvonDale, Pasquales Pizza/butcher shop at Swifton Shopping center. Growing up with the following familys....Kahlstrom (Lainey and brothers), schaeffer (Tammy), Flowers (Donna and brother), and Reed (Vicky and brothers/sister)
Was Langdon Farm where the the company Hilton-Davis had a plant? My dad used to work there an hundred years ago before we left Cincinnati. The street name sounded familiar to me.
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Old 11-07-2023, 05:11 AM
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Originally Posted by fiferphil View Post

One neat thing about Swifton Village was that many of the Cincinnati Redlegs baseball team moved into the village during baseball season. As kids, we had no compunction about knocking on their doors and requesting autographs. Most of the players were ready for us and gave us 8x10 autographed glossies of them posing in a batting or fielding stance
Great story and nice memory for you.
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Old 01-10-2024, 03:52 AM
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I lived at 1985 Seymore Ave apt 3 from 1955 -58. Attended school at Carthage elementary, grades 4-6. Dad was band director Walnut Hills H.S. Oops! I forgot that I had. entered this info on an earlier post.

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Old 01-10-2024, 07:13 AM
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I may not be recalling this correctly, but when I was a kid in the late 60’s/early 70’s I recall my grand parents taking me to the Colony Restaurant at Swifton when they visited from out of town. Does that name ring a bell for anyone? On a vaguely related note, they always stayed at the Carousel Inn on Reading Road when they visited. I spent hours at their pools (one of them was in doors!) when they were guests there, which was always a treat. It used to be a nice place, but over time it just deteriorated and became a shell of what it was. I know it has been closed for years—-I think the property is completely demolished now.
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Old 01-10-2024, 06:52 PM
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The Carousel Inn - and Suites - is actually still there! But the pools have been filled in and the "La Ronde" restaurant was demolished a long time ago. No doubt it's a crime magnet these days.
And yes, I remember The Colony.
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Old 01-11-2024, 05:59 PM
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The Carousel Inn - and Suites - is actually still there! But the pools have been filled in and the "La Ronde" restaurant was demolished a long time ago. No doubt it's a crime magnet these days.
And yes, I remember The Colony.
Still open? God..I can only imagine the clientele if it is.
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