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FAIRLINGTON

There was an area where every apartment owner could have a
30 foot square plot to raise vegetables. Our ‘Victory Garden’s’.
Mom and Pop usually grew beets, tomatoes, string beans,
lettuce, carrots and peppers.

I’ve drawn a map to show our block with it’s different kinds of
buildings. It’s not topographical so it’s hard to visualize the
contours. Hills and flat areas were everywhere. I played a lot
of Cowboys and Indians, or what we called ‘GUNS’. It made
it a special place with lots of places to hide, duck into and
around.
We lived at the beginning of the block. On two sides of us
were small hills. One leading to a play-ground where I first
busted my arm, and further to a deep valley, called ‘Shirley
Valley’. Across it about ½ mile laid South Fairlington. At the
bottom of the other hill was Abbington Street. A main
thorough fare for the apartments. Our community had a
firehouse and the only retail, a Texaco gas station. Our
firehouse had the most friendly firemen anywhere. I’ve also
shown the forests, my woods at one end of the block and the
famous gully on the other, behind our home.

I’ll describe more as the years go by, but this is the basic
environment that I had spent my foundation years. They may
have been the beginning of the technological and
communication age.

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