“J” is for Joy Road

This post continues a series using the Alphabet to go through streets that were significant in my life as part of the Family History Through the Alphabet Challenge.

Some Joy Road memories

My first elementary school, Brady, was on Joy Road and Lawton.  I remember walking  past Sacred Heart Seminary for a deserted Joy Road block to get there.

When I was in college I worked on several of my father’s political campaigns. I remember passing out campaign literature across from Brady Elementary school, where the voting was taking place. I was wearing a white shirtwaist dress I only wore as a freshman and it was hot so it must have been the 1965 election when my father ran for Detroit Common Council. He never won any of the offices he ran for and did it for educational purposes. There were no other people passing out campaign material.  I don’t even remember any voters. I do remember one man in a suit who tried to convince me that I could earn a lot of money as a prostitute. I told him I wasn’t interested and eventually he left. When my ride picked me up later I told them I was through for the day. I wasn’t afraid, but it was very weird and unpleasant.

Also in 1965 while a student at Wayne State University I attended a few Kiswahili classes that were held in a building on Joy Road at Grand River. My mother came to pick me up and said it was no place for me to be. That is why I speak no Swahili today. Robert Higgins was the only other student. The teacher was from Kenya and a very nice, soft spoken man.  I can’t remember his name.

Me in 1965.

Sometimes I took the Joy Road bus instead of walking home from the Dexter bus stop. The bus stop was right across the street from the Grand River-Dexter bus stop on Tireman. The bus turned down Beechwood and dropped me off two blocks from home.

I found this description in my journal from June 25, 1969. It is  the only piece I’ve ever written about a bus. I don’t know why I found the ride funny instead of being terrified.

June 25, 1969

Yesterday, on the way to a photo show, I was on the Clairmont bus on Joy Road.  the driver was crazy, he acted like he was taking a somebody to the hospital,  weaving the bus in and out between cars.  that was bad enough – old ladies rocking, weaving and falling, when suddenly a red light backs up traffic. He pulled belligerently into the lane of oncoming traffic, which lucky for us was empty at the time, and raced 2 blocks in the wrong lane to bully his way in front of some poor car when the light changed. I was cracking up. Other people weren’t, just me.  I couldn’t control myself laughing, mouth open, gasping for breath. they probably thought I had lost my mind. So ridiculous, can’t even imagine a regular car doing that. I just don’t know, I really don’t.


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10 Responses to “J” is for Joy Road

  1. love seeing that photo of you! you look like your sister, or rather, she looks like you!

  2. Sharon says:

    That bus ride sound frightening. Maybe you were overcoming your fear by laughter?

    I always enjoy your posts very much, which is why I have nominated you for an Illuminating Blogger award.
    http://www.shazlex.blogspot.com.au/2012/07/illuminating-blogger-award.html

    Best Wishes
    Sharon

    • Kristin says:

      That’s the weird part, I think I just thought it was hilarious because it was so crazy. I don’t recall any feelings of fear. If it happened now, I would be terrified and praying unceasingly.

      Thank you for nominating me for the Illuminatin Blogger award. this is the second nomination this week. Guess I better acknowledge before I get more!

  3. I’m with Sharon, the bus ride sounded freaky. But obiosuly fear didn’t come into your emotions on the day, even if it would now. It’s great that you have a diary to refer back to, and such a retailed record as well.

    Congratulations on your nomination for the Illuminating Blogger Award. It’s well deserved.

    • Kristin says:

      I guess that’s the glory of being young. Now I would be one of those poor old ladies falling around, scared I was going to fall.

  4. Pauleen says:

    Lovely photo of you Kristin. That guy sounded very weird. As to the bus driver…what was he thinking. You must have thought it was a fairground ride to think it was such fun. Isn’t it strange that you recorded the event in your diary. We have a story of a weird local bus drive in New York but this beats it.

    • Kristin says:

      That bus ride was probably the most exciting thing that happened that day! I wrote nothing about the photo show. Wonder what kind of photographs there were and why I was going.

  5. Wonderful post Kristin. Had to stop reading and catch my breath at the point where that bloke suggested “prostitution” as a career move.
    Thanks for sharing wonderful photos and your life experiences. Your blog is always a joy to read and congrats on your nomination… well deserved, indeed!

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