By 1946, with my sister being three and myself having survived my first year, our tiny little house was getting snug. At the same time thelot across the alley had no more room for our expanding fleet of trailers.
Two blocks north of our house on 30th Street, the block between 31st and 32nd Streets sat empty. It would sure be easy to move to.
It was a fine, flat patch of land perfectly adequate for my folk’s needs. It was in Boise City’s boundaries so was blessed with paved streets, fire and police protection and sewers to whisk our cares away.
It was also covered by Boise City rules, one being that neighbors could express their opinions about a business moving in next door. Years later my folks pointed out the home of the lady who thought the traffic, noise and dust of renting trailers would be too noisy, too much traffic and too much dust. My folks had to agree but it did end their plans. They found another local some seven blocks away, south of State Street.
After we moved from 30th Street the block my folks were eyeing for their business was filled with buildings even smaller than our 30th Street house. They were twelve freestanding buildings, made of cinderblock and all identical. Lined up in two rows, six were facing 30st Street and the other five had a view of 31st Street.
At one time one of those buildings overlooking 31st Street was rented by my dad’s sister Reole and her handsome husband Earl. When I was six or so we visited Reole, Earl, and their sons Rodney and Craig at their home.
At the time we were living in a cinder block house and I had a legos-like toy set made up of cinderblock style pieces, so I identified with the life style. I vividly remember those cinderblock buildings standing alone on that otherwise empty city block. Now, in 2025, the buildings are still in use but there are carports, trees, awnings, and other additions making them much more cozy
Deans Great Wahoo 