This is the Northside of Iron Mountain. It’s one of the oldest neighborhoods in the area and it’s considered the Little Italy of this sleepy grey town. The name “The Northside" is both a source of pride and a stigma depending on who you’re talking to. Proud, fierce, loyal Italian families and their decendants keep it alive and relevant while the underbelly of the fringe, slumlords, and tenements keep it gritty. Bimbo’s still stands even though it’s only a shadow of what it used to be. Becco’s grocery is long gone but they sold their Italian sausage recipe to a grocery chain before they got out. The chimney across the street from Nono’s old house is tall and solid. My Noni remembered watching her mother’s funeral procession pass through North Kimberly from the porch when she was four. She couldn’t join it because she was in charge of taking care of her two year old twin brothers that day. My dad’s family house was demolished a few years back to make room for a coffee kiosk and the iconic Immaculate Conception church is now fully renovated and reeks of money. I have no relatives left there. My only Italian relatives left still live in Spoleto Italy and my dad isn’t the talkative type so that’s about all I know of them. I always seem to end up on the Northside when I’m bored and dragging my camera around, so…here are some photos.