This is actually the first home I have any memories of. I think we moved here shortly after I was born. This is on the same street where grandma lived and two aunts and uncles lived across the street. Another aunt and uncle lived two or three doors away. Actually Grandma and her three sons and one daughter all lived within one block of each other. My main memory of this house was where I saw the first woman I fell in love with. I think I was about 5 or 6 and she was a friend of Moms so she was probably29 or 30. I had gotten a pair of boots and a train for Christmas and I think she visited on Christmas day. I remember her as being a beautiful lady. I do not remember her name or ever seeing her again. I guess its funny the things we remember.
First love. Aint it grand. To my sweetie, don't be jealous. Remember I was only 5 or 6 and my vision was probably somewhat still clouded