We had a lovely garden. What I liked best was the creek which run through. In the summer time, we spent many days in our hide away. Just a little up the hill, we had our own tree house. We fixed it up, it became our doll house. We pretended to cook and make bread. My sister, brother and I had our own place in a shady tree.

Mom had some help to construct a little shed. It was a place out of the hot sun. Mom created her own victory garden. I remember the corner with the most beautiful dahlias. She had a way of bringing joy to old people, some who lived alone and others who were sick. We kids were able to play hide and seek amongst the bean poles.

It was on one of those hot days when a stranger appeared and waved to me to come closer. He handed me a big bag of all kinds of candies and the very next moment he was gone. We had Christmas in July.

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