


And here I am, standing in front of 69 South Prospect Street, Verona, New Jersey. Ahhh.....the memories. I couldn't stop smiling the whole time I was there. Too bad no one answered the doorbell; I would have loved to see the inside.


Here's the old barn-style two-car detached garage. One set of doors were wide open.
This is the tree in the back yard that my Dad hung a swing from and I remember swinging for hours on it. My Mom painted a picture of me on the swing which I have at home. I think the tree has gotten a lot bigger over the past 55 years! We also had a big apple tree in the yard, but it isn't there any more.
This is Verona Park, just down the street from our old house. We were delighted to see what a nice, clean, beautifully-kept-up park it was. I remember ice skating on the lake when it froze in the winter and I remember a boat house which had saw dust on the floor (at least in the winter). The boat house is still there but I didn't see any sawdust. They rent rowboats and paddleboats there now and there is also a little cafe where I bought some lunch and we sat on the patio and watched the boaters, kids feeding the ducks, and generally enjoyed the beautiful day.


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