I remember mostly the beautiful woods along Washington Avenue that still had lady slippers and other wildflowers. And, the absolute safety we had, even during the war, when we could walk home at night and be welcomed in any home along the way if we needed help. I remember the old library and Mrs. Frailey […]
Marie Grosso Jarolem
December 24, 2012Eleanor Baker Bazata Memoir
September 22, 2012This photo was taken in 1938 on Clark(e*) Street. The house is the home my parents, William and Bertha Baker, bought and moved into in 1922 with their four children. I and three other siblings were born in this home. I was learning to ride a two wheel bicycle in this photo. Clark Street was […]
