Good neighbors are a treasure
Having lived in many places over the years, I have known a lot of neighbors. Though I can remember earlier neighbors, those from when I was a pre-teen are among my favorite memories. This was in the latter half of the 1950s during the post-war baby boom. We had dozens of playmates and tons of fun. I remember the day we moved away from that neighborhood. The truck was loaded and on its way to the new town and we were loading up the family Ford. The realization that we were really leaving this neighborhood struck me and I started bawling like a baby. I got over it … ...