
I bet you have objects around your home that connect you with your Youngstown past. The clock above was inherited from my Grandfather Scott who passed away in the late 1970’s. He lived on the Southside. Not only does it work, but if you get close enough, you can still smell the cigars he smoked. It sat on the mantle behind his favorite recliner. It reminds me of Sunday afternoon visits and the stories with which he regaled us.

This is a commemorative plate from the Tabernacle United Presbyterian Church from its centennial celebration in 1959. That’s the church in which I was baptized. I remember the building as being a great place for hide and seek with a winding stairway up to the belltower. It had organ pipes in the front of the sanctuary that I thought looked like giant pencils. The building was at the corner of Wood and Walnut near downtown and no longer standing (a search on Google Streetview shows it still standing in March 2021, but now a vacant lot). The church moved to Austintown in the late 1960’s and continues to minister under the name Tabernacle Evangelical Presbyterian Church.
Stored in a box in my garage is my old baseball glove. I loved baseball even though I played it badly! That glove bears countless hours of pitch and catch with my brother in our backyard, pickup games on the playground behind Washington School and Borts Field. It was the glove I was wearing on our church league team when a runner ran into me and broke my thumb. I thought it was dislocated and played out the game. I last used it in games of catch with my son. It’s stiff, needing a treatment of Neatsfoot, and small by today’s standards.

Hanging in the rafters of my garage is my old Schwinn Collegiate. If you look closely, you can still see the Boardman Cycle Shop sticker, where it was purchased from, as well as the bike license sticker Youngstown used to sell. I bought that bike secondhand from a buddy who had graduated to cars, over 50 years ago. I rode that bike all over Youngstown, all through Mill Creek Park, and even to visit some friends over in New Wilmington (my first experience of getting chased by farm dogs!). It has survived trips on bike carriers to northern Michigan where my son and I went on many rides.
My wife said, “you don’t have any of my mementos from my childhood.” So I threw in this antique watering can that she used to water flowers around her home as a child. We still use it for that purpose and it has held up better than the succession of plastic watering cans we’ve bought over the years!
Why do we keep these objects that our kids may think of as junk for a garage sale? Very simply, they remind us of our childhood in Youngstown–and are sometimes still useful. They are laden with memories, mostly of how good it was to grow up in Youngstown.
I’d love to hear of the mementos you still have in your home from younger days in Youngstown. You can leave comments here, or if you are reading on social media, leave pictures. I’ve probably brought back memories for you. Now it’s your turn!
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