I will try to fit the rest of my memories of New Jersey in this post, in no particular order, as I don’t remember the chronology.
We lived in a two family home…like a duplex, but with one family upstairs and one downstairs. We lived upstairs, but still had access to the basement, probably for laundry, utilities and such. One day, one of my sisters and I were on the basement steps, and my brother kept turning out the light. There was a hanging cord that my sister would pull to turn it back on each time. Then my brother unscrewed the lightbulb and shut us in the basement. As I said in my last post, I was really afraid of the dark and began to cry. That’s all I remember, but I apparently survived!
My grandfather and I shared a bedroom. I remember his huge (to me) bed beside my crib. It seemed to take up the entire room. I also remember him sitting in his rocking chair and reading. Perhaps he was an early influence on my love of books.
There was a railroad track that ran back behind our house. My mother had been teaching my sisters and me to sing, and every time the train passed by, we would run to the kitchen window and sing “Little Red Caboose.”
There were steps at the front of the house that went up to the street. One day I was sitting on the curb facing streetward right beside those steps when a neighbor girl about my age came and sat beside me. She told me to shut up. I told her I didn’t say anything. Twice more she told me to shut up, and each time I protested. Then she slapped me right across the face. I cried, my mom came out and sent her home and took me inside.
And that’s all I remember about my life in New Jersey. Next week, I’ll have to tell you about my experience with Hurricane Donna after we moved to Florida.
What memories are crossing your mind tonight?
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