Our ‘Fleetwood Style’ Home in Winter - 1739 Country Club Drive, Cherry Hill, N.J. Old phone number: 429-0458
this time she wanted a “house baby.” Ann and I got friendly and she invited me to visit her farm. It took a year for the visit to happen but it was worth the wait. When Herman, Frankie, Michael and I went to visit them we were flabbergasted. The farm was on eighty-three acres. There were all sorts of animals – horses, sheep, prize-winning goats from Africa, pheasants and white rabbits that Ann bred. Her husband, Bill, gave the boys a ride on a huge tractor and let Frankie sit on his lap and steer. Then there was the burro, Edward R. Burro, to be exact, named for a famous newsman of the time, Edward R. Murrow. After feeding the burro ciga- rettes the boys were allowed to ride him. Our boys and Ann’s little girl, Sally, got along like they had always known each other. It was a very special day. THE BUNNY HOP I used to love to hang my laundry outside. Drying in the wind would give everything such a clean, fresh smell. I had a very unusual clothesline
the newspaper to tell them about what happened. They sent a photographer who took pictures of both of them and gave the whole story a big write-up in the newspaper. When Frank was young he also had a hip prob- lem that caused him to limp. He must have weighed fifty or sixty pounds but I remember carrying him up and down stairs. He spent four days in the hospital getting treatment. The condition is common espe- cially with fast-growing young boys, and it passed in time. EDWARD R. BURRO When I was in the hospital giving birth to Stephen I met a young woman in the room next to mine named Ann Bates who also had just given birth to a son. Ann told me that she and her family lived on a farm in Gradyville, Pennsylvania, just west of Philadelphia. Her daughter who was five at the time had often seen baby animals born on the farm but had given her mother instructions that
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