My Grandfather and Dad had a time store at 63rd and Blackstone. I think it was on the north side of the street. All of the buildings have been torn down and replaced, or vacant lots now. The operated from 1955 to 1965 before selling the business.

Anyone has memories or photos I'd love to see them.

I remember a few stories from my Dad about 63rd street. He'd say, "they're hasn't been this much excitment since they painted the 'L' if people got worked up over something. One night he brought me home a large card board picture complete with faux frame of a band of Indians attacking a stage coach on horseback. There was a budweiser logo on the bottom of the frame and he had gotten it from one of the many taverns on 63rd where he would eat lunch. He said there was a better one depicting Custer's Last Stand but my mom wouldn't let him bring that one because it was too violent.

I remember him telling me of a kid he caught shop lifting (a repeater) who he marched over to the police station on 63rd street. The kid told cop that my Dad had beat him, and the copy replied "good". Untrue of course, and my Dad felt awful having brought the kid there after that. He said the station had bullet holes along the bottom of the walls by the floors where the cops had shot at rats.

My Dad said when he'd catch kids shoplifting, he'd usually call the parents, and the parents in the neighborhood were really tough on the kids. One kid got his hand stuck in a popcorn dispensing machine and the fire dept had to be called to get his hand extracted.

My Dad told me my Grandfather was a non nonsense sort of guy and said there was a man in the neighborhood who would come into the store and play one of the hand saws my Dad sold. He'd come in in his undershirt and just start playing the saw. My Grandfather told him he had to stop and the guy said he was going to come back with a gun and kill him, but my Grandfather said fine, but you can't play the saw in my store, and kicked him out.

It was a pretty colorful street in the 50s and 60s. My Dad said Clarence Darrow, and Jesse Jones Owens had both lived just north of the store at one time.

I have vague memories of going there on Sundays. We'd always go to the Harding Institue up by 47th street afterwords and look at the suits of Armor. That left a stronger memory with me than the Dime Store.