Living in a large old house on Long Street with close neighbors we all had such fun. There was a group of the neighborhood kids that did many things together. In the summer we spent time in a wooded section that had a creek running through it. Evenutally this creek found its way to the entrance of Lake Erie. We had wonderful games in the summer of "hide and Seek, Kick the Can, Baseball" on a lot owned by the Aunt and Uncle of one of the kids. I was pretty much of a tomboy and tried to out do all the boys. You can be sure that my voice always was heard over the rest. My poor Mother tried to clean me up on Sundays for Church and Sunday School. In the winter time The town fire department came to the end of Main Street and filled in a great depression that became the town skating pond. We had a wood shack to change our skates in and warmup. After several years a fire got to hot in the stove and the shed caught on fire and burned to the ground. We lived close to the pond so were able to go there as many nights that mom would let us go. There was a large flood light for the skate pond which lighted up the whole area.

Our Father came home for two special visits during these years. On one of the visits he purchased Brother Bill a beautiful red Elgin Bike. He had to share with me for awhile. Later I had my own bike with chrome fenders. Oh Boy did I love that bike. Our grandfather Wilson, Mother's father who lived in Wellington 25 miles south came and picked up Bill and I for a stay there. It was always close to the Lorain county Fair time. The wonderful times we had there. Grandfather had a beautiful light blue Chrysler car. Probably the fancist one he could buy. He would tie our bikes on the front and back bumper of his car and off we'd go for our Summer vacation with Grand Dad. What a neat guy he was. We got to ride the ferris wheel, the merry go round and see all the 4H exhibts when he took us to the County Fair. And who could forget the cotton Candy? Some real wonderful summers we spent there. Our great Grandmother Elsie was still living on the Farm in Penfield where Bill, Mother and I went when we left the little white house. The big old barn was still there and that darn outhouse I was so afraid of in earlier years. The tire swing was gone. Summers in the 1930's really were sweet and easy for two kids that lived in a little town where we could walk to our grandma Koepps and have sugar cookies and watch our Grandpa Koepp swing around the corner in his Model T Ford and just fly in the barn. All the while he knew that Grandmother was going to get after him for driving TO FAST. He always managed to find to nichols in his pocket for us and that meant an ice cream cone. White House ice cream--Vanilla with big red cherries.Yum Yum.