Tuesday, October 23, 2007

I dreamed about our house and neighborhood in Kent last night. I never dream about it. What, pray tell, can it mean?

Bill requested more detail. There isn't much except I remember Mr. Stegmeister who was one of the first people in america to buy a toyota. And then, here was our neigbor's basement. That's about it.
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Monna said...

I remember always walking to the bus stop down the gravel road. Waiting for the bus next to the big horse chestnut tree. What fun it was to break the spiky out shell.
Remember Halloween getting the big Hershey candy bars from Clarice Campbell (name just came to me).
When summer came we used to play all day in the woods and be gone for hours. With no cell phone! Also the "gully". How times have changed. Can't imagine parents letting their kids out of their site for that long. Have things really gotten worse or are we just more aware of the bad things in the world?

October 28, 2007 at 2:06 PM

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