I have not written about Scarsdale, about Edgewood memories, but I would like to.  The biggest one is that my brother and I walked to school alone – two blocks, cutting through the neighbor’s yard twice a day (coming home for lunch) from the time we were 5 years old.   WHO DOES THAT NOW????  The big rock was always a boat, with a little dingy off the edge of it, the dirt was the sea.  Miss Bauer had us plant bulbs in the fall which would always come up in the spring – we stole raw pasta and ate it in the supply closet, the weird drainage dip in the middle of the playground which was so much fun to ride our bicycles on….

I also have memories of Denise’s house – Her house was AMAZING!  No strictness – her mom worked, which meant Dark Shadows, Ringdings, and BARBIE!