I was born in the 1940s and from age 4 to 8 lived in a little duplex on Clarence street in south Dallas. I remember my older sister and I sitting in front of a small open flame heater singing Christmas carols. She also read me stories and poems such as 'Little Orphan Annie." I had no idea i was 'poor.' even though a few blocks over wealthy families lived in lovely homes. I just enjoyed walking by them.
My best friend and I would sit on the curb telling ghost stories at dusk into early evening (we thought it was pretty late) then we'd get scared and I'd run lickety split into my house while she bolted across the street to hers.
snowberry (who thanks Jesus my early memories are happy ones)