November 22, 1963: A Seventh Grader’s Loss of Innocence
Saturday was to be the day that my Mom and I would move out of the house my family had lived in for eight of my 12 years. The large three-story home which had held within its walls a family of eight and all that that entails had grown too large. Dad was gone and gradually the family had dispersed as families do. Now it was just me and my Mom.
She had rented the bottom of a house across from the University of Detroit. She worked there managing the bookstore so the location made sense. The local Catholic … Read More…
