My parents were married in Calvary Baptist Church on 17 September 1944.

Note the residence just to the upper right of the school on 46th Street.  NN City Directories show my grandfather was a boarder in that home 1907 - 1910. 

My mother reports that this house was moved to 47th Street and was next door to my grandparents home at 337, which had also been moved from a lower numbered street. 

The famous "swing set" from my previous "extended recess" story was located on the old site of this home. 

Now, that IS spooky. Maybe I was hearing spirits that day.

Note the structure just to the lower right of the school. You can't tell from the photo, but I happen to know that it was a fire station. My grandfather was a volunteer fireman there for many years.

It gives me pause to consider that several very significant events affecting my life took place within the borders of this photograph. I always get a strange feeling when I drive or walk down 47th St., like it is some sort of hallowed ground.

Notwithstanding that it looks completely different today, when I am there I can see it all so vividly as if were still 1955.

Ahh, what memories!!
 

The image of Jackson School was taken from the corner of Huntington Avenue and 46th Street, looking diagonally toward 47th Street. See the swing set in the image of Jackson School?  It plays a role in one of my Jackson School stories:

When I attended briefly in the Spring of 1953, my first grade class was at lunch recess. The Administration was smart enough to let us small kids out a few times a day to burn off some energy. Anyway, there was a bell which rang on the outside of the school to notify all of us little Pavlov dogs that recess was over and to return to our classroom. On one day for some reason, my "selective" hearing was active, and I must have either not heard or ignored the bell. Some time later, my teacher, Miss Harmon, had to come outside to find me swinging on THAT swing set and issue a personal invitation to return to class. 

While she may have been amused at my extended recess, my Mother was decidedly less forgiving. After all, Miss Harmon had been her and my Aunt's and Uncle's teacher as well, so I was carrying the full weight of the Linkous Family reputation on my little shoulders. She could never understand (and still can't) how I could have remained on the playground when everybody else had returned to class. 

"Davey, didn't you see that everyone else had gone inside and that you were all alone out there? Didn't you think that something was wrong?" 

Well, at that age, I really hadn't noticed that I was all alone. I was engaged in some particularly wonderful swinging ... almost "zoned" to coin a current colloquialism. When a man is really enjoying himself and focusing on his recreation, well, he tends to tune out distractions like bells. In retrospect, this was invaluable early training on how, later in life, to tune out a wife ... but that is another story for another time.
 

Have a look at the attached photo, probably taken
in 1947 or 1948* in my Granny's front yard. Yes, that is
little Davey, and that is Jackson School in the distance. 

Both the home and the school are gone,
except in my fond memories of a simpler time.
 

* I'm thinking you're younger than one or two in this photo, so I'm back-dating it....