My Windsor Hills (tell us your story)

2/15/2021

I always like to say that the hills of Windsor Hills raised me. I grew up in the neighborhood during a time when kids left home in the morning during the summer after breakfast and did not return until lunch. After lunch, we hit the streets again; not returning until dinner. Like the old television show Cheers, everybody knew your name. Your name, your parents name, and where you lived. It was a place that watched over you and comforted you.

Upon returning from the West Coast after a decade of living life in Los Angeles, I knew I wanted to return to Windsor Hills. My Windsor Hills is special because my brother and his wife live a few blocks away and because my cousin and her family live almost directly behind my home. It's special because of the faces and places and people who care for each other, their homes, and the health and safety of our community.

Some of my best memories as a child were of my parents working in the yard, my mother working on her flowers, my father digging beds to suit her designs. We were yard people. My favorite time of the year now is spring. This is when I begin to layout my plan that I've worked on all winter for my own garden on my little plot in Windsor Hills. I'm more of an herb gardener. There is nothing I love more than picking herbs to add to dishes, drinks, lotions and all kinds of potions that I cook up in my kitchen.

That is where you will find me. Where will we find you in Windsor Hills? What is your story? Please share in the comments below.

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5/21/2022 12:58:35 am

I first lived in Windsor Hills when I was seven years old in 1962. My family lived on Clifton Road at the Clifton Rd Apts. I remember during the snowy winters months when we would slide down the steep hill alongside the apartments and running across the Clifton Road bridge to Edgewood Elementary School (my brothers and I were scared to death crossing that bridge at night). But we looked forward to going to Cahill Camp during the summer. However, our time living in WHN was short lived after a fire that burned us out of our third-floor apartment. After that we moved in with my grandparents who in nearby in Walbrook Junction.

Afterwards, my family and I moved to Forest Park, where I attended Garrison Jr. High School and graduated from Forest Park High. Weeks later, I enlisted into the military. Many years after living in various places thru-out Baltimore, I saw an ad in the papers, while working at my job at SSA, of a house for sale in beautiful Windsor Hills; I recalled the realtor's name was Hollander. I immediately knew that this was my "forever home" and it was back in the neighborhood where I had fond memories as a child.

In 1985, my fiancée and I moved into that house which is still my home today. I began to make new memories of living in Windsor Hills until the death of my beloved fiancée. It was sudden and I was heartbroken. However, God blessed me with a second chance at love once again when He brought me another women into my life, and I made her my wife. At first we were going to sale the house that my late fiancée and I had moved into. In fact, we had it on the market. But as God willed it, not so. My wife and I have been living here together now for over twenty-seven years and loving every day watching nature all around us. From the deer and groundhogs, to the foxes, and racoons, the owls, the eagles the woodpecker and birds of all kinds and more.

I love the mature trees that give shade from the sun and the many different structure of houses. But most of all it's the neighbors that really make this neighborhood special. Though we may have our share of issues like many neighborhoods in the city have these days, but I can't think of any other place in Baltimore that I'd rather live in than Windsor Hills!!!

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