Philly Tales Blog

It‘s hot, almost oppressively hot, in the crowded schoolroom. You wipe the sweat from your forehead as the teacher gives final information about ho...

Over the years, I have often written articles about memorial day. I believe it’s important to honor those who have sacrificed for America’s freedom...

Do you remember when gas stations only sold gas, oil, and auto repairs? The service person would pump your gas, and check your oil and tire pressur...

When I grew up in Philly during the 1940s and 1950s, my family was not particularly religious. My dad was a nonpracticing Catholic, and my mom was ...

Originally posted on The Kensington Neighborhood Alumni Group on Facebook.

All images are from 1930 to 1980 and have been colorized.

Did you know that the term “I Scream, You Scream, We All Scream for Ice Cream” comes from a song written in 1920 by Howard Johnson, Billy Moll, and...

During the early hours of the morning, I sometimes wake up feeling as though I have just visited a lost world, a world that no longer exists in our...

It was hard to talk or be heard because, for some reason, this night, there were at least thirty guys and girls outside of our favorite hangout. A ...

When we look back at our childhood years, we tend to remember the best parts. This is why we feel that it was our golden era. Not everyone has an i...