For Mom, my earliest memories!

It was the mid 60’s and we were dirt poor. At the time we lived in a 2 story old farm house on Route 12B outside Hamilton, NY. We had a front porch with banisters. The house hadn’t been painted in years, and it looked like a worn out house. I remember every time the school bus dropped all us kids off, wishing we had a house with a fresh coat of white paint with green trim around the windows and the banisters….