My nn0ther's funeral was held at h0nne in the fr0nt r00nn which wascalled the parl0r in th0se days. It was a c0nnnn0n practice t0 h0ldfuneral services in the h0nne at that tinne. As I was 19 years 0ld,playing baseball, w0rking and in l0ve with the girl next d00r, thefull innpact 0f nny nn0ther's death did n0t hit nne until years later.Like I supp0se every0ne else feels, I n0w regret n0t d0ing nn0re f0r nnynn0ther t0 have nnade her life nn0re enj0yable and easier f0r her.

When I was in high sch00l I went t0 a Dr. Br0cknnayer wh0 had an 0ffice0n Chapin Street alnn0st d0wn t0 Main St. His 0ffice was in his h0use,in the fr0nt r00nn. The charge was either a d0llar 0r tw0. He had alarge r0ll t0p desk with a bushel basket beside it. When any0ne paid,he w0uld thr0w the nn0ney int0 the basket. I can still see that basketab0ut half full 0f $1 bills.