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From 1964 and our return to the United States come more memory fragments. ~ I camped out in a small tent in the back yard and was badly bitten by insects. ~ My brother and I ran around and played in the back yard, just as in the picture below. We had metal cars with pedals, a tent, and various toys.
My parents took me to a child psychologist and I played chess with him, and did things with puppets. I think they were worried that I was excessively shy. ~ Near the brick house there were high tension wires. Something about those wires, and their ugliness, remains with me. From this period I have a feeling of fear and uncertainty. ~ One cold winter morning I watched my father slide all the way down the icy driveway to the street. It was funny, but I wasn't supposed to laugh. ~ My mother paid a seamstress to make "Batman and Robin" capes for my brother and for me.
I also attended a nursery school. I'm the fifth child from the left, or right, in a yellow rain coat. Apparently I attended a nursery school called "Long Meadow Farms." I remember little about it, except that the folding wooden room divider in the right rear is remembered with perfect clarity.
The five year period of 1964 to mid-1969 is defined in my memory by three separate houses in which we lived: the brick house on Markam Avenue (spelling?), the Bivens Street house, and finally, in the last year in North Carolina, the Spencer Street house. (1) I estimate that the brick house (above) includes most of 1964. (2) By January of 1965 we have a picture of ourselves at the Bivens Street house. I estimate that our residence at the Bivens Street house stretched from late 1964 through the summer of 1968. (3) I am certain that we lived in the Spencer Street house for only one year, from summer of 1968 until the summer of 1969. My parents had that house built to their specifications.
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