A stroll down the Avenues | Lifestyles

If you grew up here in Laurel in the 1960s, you may have lived in one of the lovely old homes on the Avenues. Houses that had milk doors and wide porches, wooden stairways that creaked and claw-foot bath tubs.                                                                                       

I did not live in one. My parents built a brand new house off University Drive in one of the new “subdivisions” that were springing up with the new oil industry. It was very nice, but it was ... new. No stories of lives decades in the making were inside those walls. The furniture was all new, purchased from Aycock-Roberts. No pie safes with chicken-wire doors.                                                                                                                 

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