By Erika Weidner

Weelunk Contributor


“You’re moving where?”

That’s the question we received from Baltimore friends and coworkers when we told them we were moving to Wheeling last spring.

“West Virginia? Oh yeah—my cousin lives in Richmond!”

Frustrating… but expected.

What I didn’t expect is how many times, once we arrived, my husband and I would be asked, “You moved to Wheeling? Why?” This question has been posed to us several times in the five months that we’ve lived here. People from the Ohio Valley can’t believe we moved from a big metropolitan city to a small town.


Okay, Ohio Valley, you wanted to know why? Here goes…


Reason #1: Elm Grove DiCarlos.

(Just kidding. Sorta.)

In all seriousness… we moved here to be closer to family. Last year, after twelve years in Baltimore, we decided that we wanted our kids to grow up around their grandparents and cousins. After being fortunate enough to secure a job, I moved to Wheeling in June, and my husband and kids followed in July. We found the perfect house on Linden Avenue in the Woodsdale neighborhood – an old house that the previous owners had lived in for 45 years.  Family was in this house’s bones!  To make this house even more perfect, it was located two blocks from my brother’s house on Locust Avenue and a 5 minute walk to my parents’ home.  Oh, and my 93 year-old grandmother lives around the block. Yes… family indeed.

We moved into the house in August and started to get settled. From the very first day that we moved, my brothers’ kids, two boys ages eight and seven, made regular trips down the alley to our house to play with our boys, ages six and four.  It wasn’t a phone call saying, “Hi! My children would like to schedule a play-date with your children three Thursdays from now… by the way, my name is …” No, it was a four word text from my sister-in-law: “yo, kids en route” (with an implicit request to let her know if they didn’t show up!)

The first month consisted of playing in our pool daily, or exploring the secret back stairway or creepy attic of the new house. We had a pool party for our seven year old nephew (25 kids! but so much fun), followed by an equally raucous birthday party for our four year old. Kids EVERYWHERE.  Once the pool was closed for the season, they moved on to our portable mail-order bouncy house… Let me tell you, I wouldn’t get in the bouncy house when those four boys are in there! It’s like WWE (World Wrestling Entertainment) on a serious sugar overdose. (Our four year old truly plays the part, stripping down to his various character-themed briefs and growling at the older boys, because yes, he is an aspiring professional wrestler).

It’s mind-boggling how much parents of two young kids can get done around the house when someone else’s two young kids are there to entertain them! Despite the frequent injuries and spats, really, they do keep each other busy.



Now that the evenings are dark and cold (why didn’t we move south?! Oh yeah – family) the boys have moved inside and invented the best game ever: ”Super Secret Spy.” They spy on us doing our daily chores: making dinner, cleaning up, getting ready for the next day. They hide and giggle trying to spy on us without us knowing (which is very hard since all you can hear is that giggling and whispering) Trust me, teach this game to your kids– the amount of quiet they can produce will blow your mind, and you will thank me.


Of course the kids are having fun together (and being able to walk back and forth to each other’s houses has also given the adults plenty of fun evenings!), but there is so much more to this “family” thing.

  • Sunday night family dinners with four generations around the table
  • Taking turns having all four kids at one house so that the other adults can run errands
  • Helping each other’s kids with their homework and learning what they like to eat for dinner (and DON’T like to eat!)
  • Watching each other’s kids play soccer (that’s a lot of soccer games in one weekend!)
  • Many mornings, the kids all end up at one house to catch the bus to Woodsdale Elementary School, and another parent picks them all up at the end of the day to supervise homework and start dinner.

Our support of each other is completely unconditional, and our boys will come to learn that this is what family is all about.  Most valuable of all: each of our children now has more adults to know them, to watch out for them, to love them. The gift we’ve given to our kids through this move is invaluable.


I knew moving back was the right thing to do, but I guess I didn’t realize how awesome it would be for my kids. The “L Street Gang” (as they have come to be known around here), will forever reap the benefits and lessons of being truly raised “in a village”.

It sure does take one!

4 Responses

  1. Veronica

    We moved from Virginia Beach in 1995. I was born here, as were my parents. We lived down there because my dad was in the Navy. I hated that we moved here when I was a teenager. So boring and slow paced life. But, now that I am raising my own children here, I am grateful that my parents moved us back and understands why my mom missed “home” so much. I love it here. My husband is also a transplant from Deep Creek, MD, where life is even slower. He loves it here. We also live in Woodsdale in a huge, old Victorian house, we bought about 2 years ago, on Springhaven. Maybe our kids have seen each other at school?! Welcome home. You won’t regret it!

  2. Louis Hart

    Did some person or persons really make that comment about having friends or family in Richmond? Over the past fifty years I have heard a similar story at least three times. It is hard to believe anyone outside of Uzbekistan is that ignorant.

  3. Matt McGaughy

    Great article. My folks still live on Laurel. Maybe my nephew is in that gang. I certainly felt like I was in one growing up. Some things never change and even though I chose to live in that “metropolitan city” Wheeling is still home in my heart.

  4. DiLorenzo3

    This article is nothing short of outstanding. It brings me relief and happiness. Having grown up in this neighborhood and directly behind Erica’s home this article brought back so many great memories. That pool is where so many of us learned to swim, play Red Rover Red Rover, Marco Polo, dive off a diving board, etc. It is so nice to see there are still great families in this neighborhood carrying on the tradition of providing such a good environment for their kids. Hopefully this generation can figure out the million dollar question so many of us had that grew up there. Why is there is a 4 foot tall bullet where Lennox and the alley meet and how long has it been there?

    – Matt

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