“What happened to the other 2 points?” Sadly, I didn’t learn of this bicycle
transformation until after his death. I believe he never told me as he didn’t want to spoil
the magical memory of my tenth Christmas.
Recently, the Southampton Press had an ad for a Tag Sale at30 Elm Street. The
present occupants were moving, the house had been sold. As I walked through, it seemed
strange; much smaller than I remembered., by about a third. There was a swampy,
untended swimming pool in the side yard, when we lived there we had the big garden
and the henhouse. And the banister on the stairway to the second floor was loose and
wobbly, all the rooms looked shabby and in need of paint. My Dad would have had a fit;
he kept everything so pristine and functional. When I dream about this childhood home,
the rooms are as big as my memory, everything is clean and fresh, my parents are young
and healthy, and life is just waiting for us! Being in the house again at 30 Elm Street after
more than sixty years made me remember all that happened there–good stuff and sad–
but especially my Christmas bicycle.