Two of my dad's brothers lived with their families in tiny apartments in the unincorporated area called "Harlem". Our actual address was Kansas City; Harlem wasn't the most desirable place to live.
There were four apartments in the two-story building where my uncles lived; they were in the first-floor apartments, and we rented one of the two apartments on the second story. From my parents' bedroom there, I could look across the Missouri River and see the Kansas City skyline, so close I could almost touch it. I loved seeing the huge coffee can atop the Folgers building. My favorite, though, was the light on the Kansas City Power and Light building that changed colors all the time.
I slept on the couch during our short time at the apartment, because there were only three rooms: a bedroom, a living room, and the kitchen; all the rooms were tiny. The bathroom was downstairs, and we shared it with other occupants of the building. I say "bathroom", but there was no bathtub or shower. Only a sink and a toilet. I think maybe Uncle Cecil's family had a bathroom of their own. They had more kids, so they definitely needed it!
Cliff had some business to take care of in North Kansas City today, and I asked him to take me on a sentimental journey to Harlem. He's much more willing to do silly things like that, now that he's retired.
More than anything, I would love to have gone to the top of the levee like I used to so I could take a picture of the skyline as it looks from Harlem.
No more walking to the other side of the levee with my Allen cousins.
No more climbing up those steps that lead to the A.S.B. bridge.