Frank, Mike, Wendy and Stephen in the back of the station wagon
and sled down the rest of the hill, across the hole and make it onto the bridge. If they were really good they could make it across the bridge. Or, like Stephen, wind up breaking through the frozen stream and getting soaked in ice water. Urgently, he ran back to the house and I dried him off and made him hot chocolate. JUST A LITTLE OFF THE SIDES Frankie’s adventures at the barber shop are a vivid memory. He was very particular about the process of getting a haircut. Once when his favorite barber was busy and one of the other barbers offered him a chair, Frankie politely
WHOOPS Of course his mother was not infallible either. We had an old wooden station wagon with a rear door that opened up and down or sideways. One day the door was down and Stephen was sitting on it. I accidentally let the car lurch forward and dumped Stephen right on his butt. ROUGH KIDS The boys were tough little kids. They mowed lawns, played baseball, had a dog named, King , who chased trucks and barked at their tires. Soon, we were the central gathering place for the neighborhood kids and in the winter they went sledding on the golf course behind our house. They didn’t know I knew they called it Ballbuster Hill. I think it was the 14th hole. A small stream surrounded the hole and the hole was well groomed so it was perfect for sledding. There were no trees and there was a bridge across the stream. On a good day with just the right ice the boys could sled down the hill from the top, jump the small gully (the infamous ball buster)
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Woodcrest Golf Course
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