Wilkins’ first book was titled The Life and Times of Wayne Wilkins.  In his 80s and believing he had more to say, he wrote this second volume, which is a look back on his life beginning in childhood.  His memories are of Fairview and its people.  In later life he became quite good as an artist, working from memory in many cases.  The book is a charming window into the past, the way things were, especially for curious, adventurous boys during that era. Chapters have such titles as “Life Begins,” “Family,” “Trapping,” “Uptown Life,” “Neighbors,” “An Aviator is Born,” “Toboggans,” “One Room School,” “Brothers and Sisters,” etc., etc. With his memory for dates and people, this book is a fine history of Fairview, Pennsylvania.

Fairview memories by a native Fairviewite.

274 pages of stories from Wayne’s childhood in Fairview, growing up and yes, even growing a little bit older.



Excerpt:  My mother was pregnant during a large part of my first seven years, and not once did I know it!  Being pregnant was just a part of life, and baby bumps were not as big an issue as with this day and age…  A sister was first and within three years a brother was born!  Evidently my parents needed a roomier house, so we moved to another house just up the street, only 3 houses away!  No moving vans were needed as all the house furnishings were rolled up the sidewalk and taken into the new home (a first-floor apartment).  A new sidewalk had been laid along Route 98 and it became a favorite place for us to roller skate.  By “us” meaning other children in the area.  Roller skating and flying kites was our source of entertainment… A new sidewalk had been installed from the main intersection of downtown Fairview to the Presbyterian Church about 1936.  Those clamp on skates were the talk of the town and quite a few kids purchased them at the hardware and was forever skating up and down that new sidewalk!  That walk previously had been so badly pitted and hardly walkable, let along skate-able. …The roller skating came to end all of a sudden.  We had to move as the apartment had become too small with five kids.  After my youngest brother, seven years younger than me, it was evident we definitely needed a larger home.  Unbeknownst to me, dad found a home for rent at the other end of town.  Our town in 1937 was not very big, but it seemed we were going to be miles from anything!  So, here we go, into the Tingley House, totally opposite of everything we were accustomed to.   

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