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I hate to think, Marie. Those days were so simple and therefore precious.

I lived at 37 Montrose Avenue in the early 50's, (Aged 5-6) and was scared to death when some cows came down Greenwood Ave and walked right past our house. I vividly remember hiding behind our front brick wall until they had passed.

Oh, the memories.