When I was getting ready to go to the 2nd grade we moved again. Our new house was on 10th street and we could walk to school at Central. This was a big house, 4 bedrooms, 1 bath. All the floors were linoleum. I had my own room which mom painted purple for me. The boys shared a room and we had one bedroom left that was our play room-mostly just toy storage! Mom and dad slept downstairs. We had 3 cats. They were allowed on the screen porch and man did that porch smell bad. We never had a litter box! I used to bake cookies with my friend Lori Moses. She was older than me but her baking skills were not much better than mine. We could read and follow directions and we were creative. Our efforts were always met with approval and the cookies disappeared in no time even the purple, mint flavored ones.
There was a tree in our front yard that had some boards nailed into it for a ladder and a couple of boards across the branches. I loved to sit up there and do nothing!
One time I told our neighbor that my grandma had C A N C E R. My mom was so mad but you know I must have heard it from her. I was 7! We used the quilts Grandma Scott made for tents by throwing them over the clothesline. No wonder they didn't last.
I remember when the Beetles came to America. I remember when John Kennedy was shot. We stayed home from school and watched the funeral procession on our TV.
About this time, mom taught me to iron shirts and that became my job. Today, I do not iron unless I am quilting.
I think this was my favorite place that I lived when I was young. We had lots of room, lots of things to do, lots of freedom. Kids and parents today would be appalled at the freedom we were given, but we survived! We moved again when I was going into the 4th grade. After that, we had a lot of drama in our lives. Good drama and bad drama so stay tuned.
I went to second and 3rd grade while we lived in this house. My dad says it was a drafty old house full of mice, but to me it was home. I rode my bike, played games with my brothers, learned to read all the books my dad brought home from the library, played with my cat, had a kool aid stand, snuck down the stairs to see my Christmas presents early and all the other "normal" kid things-at least they seemed normal to me at the time.
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