For some reason, when many of us, perhaps, most of us reach
a certain age we begin trying to reconnect with our roots. People who never
leave their hometown and maybe even the home they grew up in probably don't
have this same need. But, those of us who have left the hometown and especially
the geographical region, often have some primal need to reconnect. I just did
that.
I was born in Passaic, New Jersey and grew up primarily in
Clifton, New Jersey. While I've passed through my hometown area on many
occasions over the decades, I hadn't really "gone home" to reconnect
with my roots. One thing you learn is that time marches on. Some things change
either for the better or the worst. Some things just disappear and are gone
forever. I know the hospital I was born in is no longer in existence. I don't
know if I was ever there after my birth. The first place I lived after my birth
is unknown to me. I am led to believe it was somewhere on Clifton Avenue in
Clifton, New Jersey, but I have currently not found a way to confirm that.
So, the photo you see is of the home I lived in from
somewhere in the range of age two or three until around age four or just prior
to that. Now, at the age of two or three, I really don't have very much
recollection of this house. But, I do have some very vague memories. The homes
around this house didn't exist in 1947-48. The house would have had different
siding on it and it was not red. I just know that it was at the top of the hill
on Highland Avenue and, to the best of my knowledge the road was a dead end.
You can see My McVansion in the photo parked in a street directly across from
the house. I don't believe that street existed, the houses all appear to be
newer than the late 40's. There is also a large, fairly modern elementary
school next the My McVansion that didn't exist back then.
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The first place I remember living I don't remember the house at all. What I remember is the kids next door had a sandbox with a canopy over it and I thought that was cool! Apparently, I was two years old since I've been told we only lived in that house six months. I do remember the next house, and can still recite it's address, since we lived there when I started kindergarten.
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