Trading 98020 for 98177 | Home Again
Last updated 9/3/2020 at 8:20am
It’s been 15 years or so since I returned to my childhood home of Edmonds, pleased to find hints of the same small-town flavor my parents, my brother, my maternal grandparents and I discovered as we settled together into the old white house on the southwest corner of Fourth and Dayton.
I was in second grade. Friendly neighbors. Grocery stores and old-fashioned “dime stores” where a kid could ask for 10 cents worth of fat gumdrops, presented in a white paper bag from the glass-fronted bulk candy counter.
There were three taverns in Edmonds then. My Methodist grandmother taught me to...