Christmas Morning

I can remember Christmas morning and all us kids being upstairs the night before. Dad or mom would tell us it was time to come see what Santa brought but we had to be dressed before we could come downstairs. Then we came downstairs in birth order....youngest to the oldest....of course! I never was able to figure out where mom/dad had hidden all our presents....I remember looking in their closet....but never finding any.....what good little tricksters they were!

425 BARTINE STREET

Thought it would be fun to have the picture of our home in NJ on here. Before we moved in, Dad and mom drove us by the house to see it for the first time. Dad was telling us how small the front yard was...trying to prepare us since the front yard we were moving from in Roosevelt, LI was big! He told us over and over that the front yard was really really tiny, and even worse than that, the back yard was even smaller than the front. We drove past the house once...all of us looking out the car window trying to think which house on the block was ours. Dad and mom were watching our reactions, then turned the car around at the end of the block and went back to show us which house was ours. We were okay with the small front yard since it was bigger than Dad had described to us, and were pleasantly surprised to find the back yard WAS bigger than the front and spent the first few minutes assuring dad that, "no! it's not TOO bad...it's okay, we can handle this yard". Then we drove back to Long Island to pack up our house.