Infantile Awakening

Still early in life

My only memories of the house where my parents brought me after I was born were presented in the last article. If there are any others lurking in my grey matter somewhere, I cannot pull them up right now. Paper records and the dates therein state that we had moved when I was one.

One to Four

The next house was in a different village and it was located in town, which means you could walk a block or so and run into a news stand or store. The house was not far from the street and it had a sidewalk parallel to the street about thirty feet from the front steps. It was a brick house, dark ones with cement caps as railings going up the five or six steps. I think we had a porch. I only found it one time while driving in that neighborhood after I became an adult. My memories from childhood and the ones from passing by the house give me the ammunition needed for this article.

Not much about my toddler years flashes in my mind. We lived in this house only until I was four years old. During those three years, I attained knowledge about how people pay for their house every month. We had a landlord and there were frequent arguments with him because they lived next door and our back doors were separated only by a pair of driveways, theirs and ours.