I do not really get around much anymore.
So when I recently mentioned to my granddaughter and her husband that I would like to show my two little grand-son of the house in Bergenfield where I grew up, they said they would take me there .
"Turn left at the next corner, by the Catholic Church," I told my little brother and son we came south on Washington Avenue.
And while he was driving slowly up the Bradley Avenue, I could not believe how everything had shrunk.
The street that once seemed so vast, where I played ball and stick One-O-PEG and hockey skates, now seemed close.
Etas he had once appeared to be a hike when my mother sent me on an errand to the grocery store on Washington Avenue, we passed the house where I lived before I realized we had reached.
The fact is that while I often write about my childhood in Bergenfield, I have not lived there since 1942, when my mom and dad sat on the porch of the house on Bradley Avenue and said goodbye I left for service in World War II.
When I left I was still a teenager. When I returned four years later, I was a married man.
And even my wife and I continued to live in Bergen County - the first in Ridgefield Park, River Edge and then Woodcliff Lake - once my parents had passed in the 1970s, there was no reason for me to return to Bergenfield.
And so I could not really remember the last time I had been there.
But even if the houses seemed close, separated only by the width of the alleys leading to garage court, the house itself looked the same.
There was the porch, where I used to practice the piano on one side (I wonder what the current residents call this room) and the distinctive dormer attic looking toward Woodside Avenue, along which j ' had so often walked to and from Washington School.
Even as the porch where I used to throw a rubber ball against the concrete was still there.

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