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Historical June 1982 report or notice. Original dates, prices and contacts describe the source period; current availability has not been established.
As a neighborhood, Parkview has certain constants: characteristics that do not seem to change over the years.
One of them is the trees.
When my family first moved into Parkview more than 30 years ago the trees provided shelter, shade and, in the case of some smaller ones, convenient hiding places for children.
There was a “monkey tree” in the south park that particularly attracted every neighborhood climber.
The trees in the two parks also served as boundaries for games and markers of territorial rights.
I still see them used in many of the same ways.
The oaks and maples of Parkview also offered some respite from the St. Louis heat.
As children we often argued whether it was 10 or 15 degrees cooler in Parkview than it was on Skinker.
No one ever won the argument, but we needed no scientific proof that it was, indeed, cooler once you passed the stone gates.
It may only be psychological, but even now I feel a temperature difference when I enter Parkview.
When we were children we kept close track of who lived in Parkview, especially other kids.
One year we counted 96 children on Pershing alone.
There are not as many kids today as there were then, but they are still quite evident.
The big houses, winding streets and two parks invite families with children.
Another element which has not changed much is the fact that where you live in Parkview is indicated by the name of the former owners.
The Smiths may be living in the house now, but if the Joneses lived there before it is known as the “Jones’ house.” “Oh yes,” you can hear an old Parkview resident say, “you live in the Jones’ house.” How long your residential identity is tied to the former owners is difficult to determine.
At a Parkview picnic some years ago I was introduced to someone who lived in a house that had belonged to a family with whom I had gone to school. “Of course,” I said, “you live in the Brown house.” The person to whom I had been introduced replied, “How long does it take around here for a house to become your house? I’ve been living there 18 years.” I have lived in several cities and I’ve never experienced this phenomenon in any other community.
My husband says such references to homes make it seem as though people are living in a house that belongs to someone else. I don’t know the source of this practice, but it seems that the only way you can be assured of your house having your name is to live in it for many years or to keep it in the same family generation after generation.
A related peculiarity of Parkview is the fact that children return as adults to live in this area. Parents may live in one house and one of their married children might live two blocks away. People also have a practice of living on one street for a while and then moving to a house on another street without ever leaving Parkview.
There are other elements in this neighborhood which have not been altered significantly over the last 30 years. Horses still stand in the middle of the street to slow or, as some people believe, irritate the drivers.
The only change in these barriers over the years is that they are now metal instead of wood.
At least one of the Parkview Police, Sgt. Rebori, has provided continuity over the years. He’s been on the Parkview force more than 50 years. Like the man on the MTA in the Kingston Trio song, there are still people who get lost in Parkview and panic because they think they’ll never find a way out. I can recall directing strangers as a kid and thinking that some adults just didn’t have any sense of direction. Today I sympathize with all those drivers every time I get lost in an unfamiliar subdivision.
The faces have changed and the kids do grow up, but Parkview is still much the same: a subdivision of trees, parks, and people. It’s also a nice place to live; ask anyone who chose to come back!
Originally published in The Paper, June 1982.
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