Phil Yourish writes:
“After my dad returned from fighting in Europe during World War II, we moved with my mom into Baxter Terrace public housing. Public Housing was still racially segregated. I remember growing up in public housing. On snow days, I remember riding my sled on the sidewalk down the slope of James Street to Washington Park. On the way, we passed the houses and corner store where my parents shopped for groceries. All of this is now demolished.”
