Footnotes

1. ↑ Where I lived between 4th and 7th grades in Richmond Virginia: 4109 Park Avenue. Probably built around 1920. In-town, within walking distance of a local Pharmacy and Food Market (not supermarket). Previous owner a vice-president of Lawyers Title Company, but my parents got it at a good price because it was a mess: the man had 3 daughters who had food fights in the breakfast room and one of the bathrooms stank from old medicines splashed on the walls. Sweat equity fixed up these superficial problems with a solidly constructed house. It had a huge steel beam across the basement and was "double brick" construction with a slate roof. There was a room in the basement and a full bathroom for a live-in maid which would have been standard in the neighborhood in earlier days (we did not have any servant). I was not supposed to play with the neighbors' kids because my mother was afraid their mothers would "pump" me to find out that my father's job was just a traveling salesman. One nextdoor neighbor was a lawyer (Albert Hutzler) who had teenage children who – although I did not know about sex – I somehow vaguely thought might be doing things they should not be doing with each other; other side nextdoor neighbor owned an automobile parts supply company and had a new Chrysler Imperial automobile. Across the street the people owned Lafayette Pharmacy. It was a lovely house: a very large albeit somewhat dark living room and large dining room, 4 bedrooms, two bathrooms and a staircase to the attic upstairs, a small "study" which for us was a TV room, at the end of the main floor foyer, a separate breakfast room in the back of the kitchen, and a small back yard with a somewhat run-down 2 car garage on the back alley and a large apple tree. It was a very upscale neighborhood. I liked living there. 60 years has not aged it; I would still like to live in the house.