Hi, Amy! It's good to hear from you. I remember playing at your house and how I thought it was neat how that path went down the side of your house to your back yard. One time I told my mother I was going to your house and it was around supper time. She told me NOT to go into your house. Of course, I did. She came to your house and swatted my butt the whole way down the sidewalk. This was when we lived in the white house beside Sheldon's. I think that was the only time she ever spanked me. (Although I'm sure I deserved it more). I remember your grandmother playing the piano for Sunday School and Thelma Barnett leading us.
I also remember riding my tricycle up and down the sidewalk. I would stop at Liddy's for apple butter bread and Barbara Smith's for orange Hi-C. Barbara had a neat train lamp that when she turned it on it would look like the train was moving. Good memories!