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[quote=Anonymous][quote=Anonymous][quote=Anonymous][quote=Anonymous]Long story, I've posted the story here before, but while my mom was hospitalized for mental health issues when I was about 3-5 (yes, years worth) I sought out a neighbor lady to play with. I thought I was doing her a favor because I thought she was lonely, but clearly I was seeking a mother figure. I always played with a little cast iron stove on her living room carpet, she'd give me two pieces of hard candy, and I'd go home. When she moved away, she came over to give me the stove and I still have it. I love it because it's such a testament to the kindness of strangers. Also, my grandfather's matchbook collection. He travelled the world for work, and it's all represented in a very large jar of matchbooks.[/quote] What a nice story! Can you remember her name, given how long ago that was, and how little you were? Have you ever tried to find her? [/quote] I did try to find her, but couldn't. We were still in touch with one family in the neighborhood and they didn't know her last name or where she moved, but they thought it was to get married, which wouldn't help with the last name. My dad remembers that there was a lady but didn't know her name. Once I realize how important it was to me, I really wanted her to know how much she impacted my early years. I really wish I could find her. I'm 46 now, this is beyond a long time ago!! [/quote] First, OP, what a great story! Second, PP…if the old lady owned the house, I bet you can find out. Or if you hired a PI you could find out, probably for not too much $$. Third, my dad's slingshot. He was 50 when I was born and I'm 49, so he was born in 1915. Back when he was a kid, the boys would find a "Y"-shaped tree branch and cut it off and plane it down to make a slingshot. Picking the branch was a bit of an art form. My dad had a few of these, and we have a picture of him as a little kid with that old-fashioned cap and his sling shot sticking out of his pants, just like that stereotype.[/quote]
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