(Image from Google Maps.)
There's not much information online about the apartment complex called "Kingsley Manor." Like many apartment buildings in & around the Dallas metroplex where I grew up, it has changed its name quite a bit. The most recent name is "Kingsley Crossing." It appears to be quite a dump (check out the online reviews) but that's not to say it wasn't like that when I lived there.
My parents divorced when I was around four years old (which would have been 1972) & my mother had very few choices where to go. She had seven children - I suspect four or five of them were still at home - & the other two doubtless helped her pay for the apartment.
In my memory's correct - & it isn't - we lived in one of the apartments on the bottom level on the left up there. I remember looking out of the window into Kingsley Avenue, a moderately busy street. The front doors opened into a courtyard on the other side. It wasn't a large place - I don't know how six of us lived there, & I'm not sure whom in my family I can ask to find out the details - but I suspect I lived there until part of my first grade year, or maybe before first grade.
This is the first place I remember living in. There were other homes - houses my family rented, which my father's drinking caused us to lose - & I've never figured out exactly how many places that was before we moved into Kingsley Manor. Too bad there aren't any pictures of that place online. Besides the large white columns, I don't recognize much of those apartments - & I spent a summer delivering the paper to them, & my mother worked at a convenience right next to them until 1987. So they existed in my world for much longer than I lived in them.
My thought it we lived there somewhat briefly - perhaps 1972 to 1973 or 1974. Then we moved to an apartment complex down the street.
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