...which is the title of one of my favorite Jethro Tull songs. This trip was cathartic for me and good for Carol because I've met some of her friends and I've seen, many times, where she's from. Now she got to do the same. I think it helps you understand your life partner if you have just an idea of how they grew up and what their early years, before YOU, were like.
We stopped in Cherry Hill, NJ. I lived my first 10 years in this house.
There were no trees, to my recollection, as tall as the house when we moved out in 1965. In 1961 (or so) Hurricane Carla (?) came thru. The bus dropped me off at the entrance to the cul-de-sac where I lived. I could barely walk for the wind. I remember my Mom coming to the bus stop to help me home. I had been holding on to a sapling, still supported by a lath, to keep standing.
Here's that tree today.
(And the oak he's holding
(ba-dum-bum). But seriously now...)
This was our second, and my most favorite, house. Only had 2 years here before Syracuse beckoned. Someone added a garage on the side. The original garage is in the back. Maybe they couldn't find it?
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Where my Mom grew up |
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Me in a subway tunnel in Philly. Still can't fit.
My Kid Sis Janet with Buster the Dog
Thanks for taking the journey with us. Feedback welcome.
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