My Second Mom
Growing up where I did, there were neighborhood relationships that developed as many families lived in only one house for most of their life, without moving, and lived there for many years, so our parents became good friends with the neighbors, and we kids grew up and became friends as well. I remember in our neighborhood, the Lees, across the street, the Barons, up the street, the Bobergs kiddie corner from us across the street, later the Swansons, across the street, the Nunezes, next door, another family of Barans (spelled differently from the first ones mentioned) next door the other ...