September 25, 2003
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Chaper Two (cont.) – story begins 9/8
During these years, when I was two, three, and four, we lived in a small house within a few blocks of the home of my grandfather on my father’s side. This past
summer I went with my daughter to find that house, not having seen it in 50 years. It was a sunny day, and we found it vacant and for sale so that we could approach it and even look through the windows. Inside, I could see the spot on the living room floor where I began to write my “a,b,c’s.” In the back was the bedroom where I lay in my crib with the chickenpox. To the right of the front door was a closet where “Uncle” Chet, who with his life Lou were friends of my parents and shared the rent of the house with us, told me a wolf was hiding. He and I would sit on the couch listening to the huffing from behind the door. These are my earliest memories.
When we left I picked a flower from the yard and brought it home for pressing. Another delicate, tangible link to long ago as I follow the thread of my life story. (to be continued)
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Deep Thought: I wish I had a Kryptonite cross, because then you could keep both Dracula AND Superman away.
Comments (4)
great day
How great you could see it up close. There is a particular childhood home of mine in Ecuador that if it ever went up for sale, I’d be hard-pressed not to want to buy it – even though now it is no longer in the country as it was when I lived there, but in the middle of a large neighborhood on the outskirts of the city.
Heyyy there :~)
What wonderfully rich memories you have of your childhood. I think it is neat you found your old house.