I live in a vibrant neighborhood nestled against the mountains in Boulder, Colorado. Thirteen years ago, my family moved into a predominate 1950‘s era neighborhood. We were the new kids on the block, buying an old house and renovated it to today’s standards. Since that time, all the elders on our block have died and almost all the homes have either been demolished/restored/renovated and modernized. We have a completely new history evolving as the whole neighborhood undergoes a rapid change. Thus I began thinking of all the house/family/individual histories that linger as only faded memories; children playing hide and go seek in the magic garden; dad’s old tool shed/man cave; lawn care, home maintenance and June Cleaver hanging the laundry. This project is about a sense of place and time in the Interurban/Floral Park neighborhood. In this series only times stands still on the Rittenhouse Clock.