It is funny how as I started writing about living in this first home, many memories came flooding back. For as many years as I lived there, there is much that I do not remember. I was very young, and it’s a been a long time since those days–memories fade.
Dorothy was a quiet unassuming lady. She never took center stage, nor would she have wanted to.
I would play elevator operator in my closet, standing inside the closet, closing the door, sliding it open and announcing the floor number and whatever I dreamed up would be sold on that floor.