General Discussion & Chat: Memory Lane part 2, 0 by 1gardengram

1gardengram wrote:
OK, as promised long ago, here are pictures of the very young me.

First is my second birthday, April 1940. Behind me across the street was the police station and fire station. I absolutely hated the siren because I thought I could hear it calling my name. (I'm not that weird anymore though.) To the left out of the picture and in front of the police/fire offices was a bakery. As I got older my grandmother used to give me a nickel and send me to get fresh bread. I loved watching them slice it and wrap it. The loaves seemed huge!