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In 1950, when I was 12, we moved across town into a nicer rental house. It was an older 2-bedroom house, with a small house in the backyard. This backyard house was rented by a lady who was about 55 years old.
Her name was Lucy Granger and we met her when we looked at the house with the landlord. She was very nice to me on that first meeting asking all about school and telling Mom and Dad they better watch me because all the girls were going to chase me