Julia

Van held tightly to my hand as we sat in the back seat, and Michael slowly progressed, moving us forward in a line of cars waiting to enter the rounded brick driveway leading to my parents’ home. Nestled in Lincoln Park, our family home was one of the neighborhood’s treasures. That was a direct quote from my mother.

The limestone residence was purchased by my grandparents, Herman and Juliette Wade. This New Year’s Eve event ...