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5310 Morello Road

  • Jun 21
  • 1 min read

That was my childhood home. Sweet bungalow built around 1930 or so. It was a wonderful neighborhood in which to grow up. No one locked their doors...everyone knew everyone...Kids ran back and forth between houses ...you went home for meals and bedtime. There were five of us...mom, dad, my sister and brother and myself. That's how it all started. My brother married and had seven children. My sister had four children. I had two children. So my parents had 13 grandchildren and 23 greatgrandchildren and now 5 greatgreat!! A lot of people a lot of stories!

That little bungalow wouldn't hold all those people who descended from my parents

 
 
 

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