Regarding Sue Nowicki’s article “How was Norwegian Avenue named?” (Page B-1, March 10): Thanks for your interesting article.
I grew up on Norwegian during the late ’50s and ’60s. What a wonderful part of town!
I remember riding the bus to Sylvan School, then riding my bike to Standiford Road when it was built. We joined the Racquet Club and belonged to Centenary Methodist, so my world revolved around Norwegian Avenue.
On Saturdays, my friends and I would walk across the empty field at Sunrise Avenue and Norwegian, cross the canal (no Briggsmore Avenue expressway at that time) and spend our allowances on candy at the Village drugstore, trinkets at Grants, goldfish at the Doggy Food Shoppe, or just gaze longingly at the Trains and Planes toy store. Those were the days when children played outdoors unattended.
Never miss a local story.
Norwegian left a huge mark on my life, so much so that I married a Norwegian (well, he’s 3/4). Yep, I’m a proud Norwegian now.