The Power Of My Community
By Lauren Nostro | Nov. 15, 2010I don't bleed red and blue, but I have a personal attachment to the Buffalo Bills. It reminds me of Sunday afternoons spent with my dad and imagining my mother in all of her glory in a Jills uniform in the 1980s. I barely even follow the Buffalo Sabres, but I did jump on the bandwagon when I tried to be a tomboy during their stint in the Stanley Cup Playoffs in 1999 and then again in 2007. Regardless, I am a Buffalonian. Technically, I grew up in Black Rock, but by my fifth birthday, I was living in a do-it-yourself home that my dad found just a few blocks from the Elmwood Village. Growing up, I witnessed the power of a community. In 2004, my dad forbade me from eating at Pano's Restaurant when its owner announced plans to tear down the Atwater House to expand the old diner and its parking lot. Pano's may now be two stories, but at least the protests of community members stopped similar plans to knock down homes to make room for a hotel at Elmwood Avenue and Forest Avenue, showing the power of a united neighborhood. Those who inhabit Elmwood Village make it a home, a community, and unlike any other area of Buffalo.









