Small, but my parents, Nana, Aunt Jean on week-ends, and later my baby sister, my cousin and me were all under the one roof. Some of the few pictures: Mom on the sofa by the front window, and on the front steps.
My new sandbox out back.
My best friend and neighbor Marilyn Dodd lived next door. The folks in the house before her had a pet ground hog named Harry. (Maybe for Truman?) He lived mostly in the basement. One day the garbage men picked him up ... hoping for a meal. I remember the panic as mom and Pearl ran down the street after the truck to rescue Harry.
My cousin Ken came to lived with us when he was two. I remember the night he climbed out of his crib and was found asleep under a bed. What an uproar! We thought he'd been kidnapped.
Way in the back was the Victory Garden. (Just added this great sign I saw at the DC Flea.)
looks like the trees have grown. The building that was the ice house next door seems to still be there. I climbed the wall to visit the icemen all the time ... probably no one would not let a little kid to that these days.