I'll talk about the different houses that I remember…
I'll talk about the different houses that I remember living in and try to do it in the periods of my life. The house that I was born in which as I mentioned was either on Barry avenue or on Douglas boulevard, I do not remember at all. The house on Hazel Street which was at 4249 North Hazel was a coach house for a big mansion. My mother had converted that mansion into a nursing home and our family lived in a small little house in front of that mansion. Small house consisted of about two rooms on the first floor. There was a living room and a kitchen. Upstairs there were two or three bedrooms. When I live there, we used to go over to the nursing home to eat our meals. We did not have a television in our house. My father was against television because he felt it would corrupt us. I remember we used to sneak over to the house where the nursing home was and we used to sit with the patients and watch TV. One of my favorite shows was the Three stooges. The other thing that we learned while we were living there was that we had to help out in taking care of the residents at the nursing home. This meant that we helped feed the patients, we used to take the patient's out for a walk, and we were the lost and found squad. That meant that when a patient decided to wander away and did not come back quickly, we were sent to look for the patients. Generally speaking that was not a problem because the patients would not walk far. They also had certain patterns as to where they walked. I remember holding hands with several of the patients as I was bringing them back to the nursing home. Not that disconnects to anything but one of the patients name was Mrs Brown. We had another patient there whose name was Anne Klein. She stood out because she was very very different than the rest of the patients. She had polio and was much younger. She was probably in her early 40s with a mind that was extremely sharp. I remember that she used to help my mother in some ways, but I do not remember how. Because she was very deformed as a result of the polio. We had many patients that would refuse to eat and we used to have to cajole them into trying to take a bite.
— from Enjoy the Flight (Living/Balance/Happiness/Passion) · GB writing
In the book
I learned how short the flight is very early. I grew up on the third floor of a nursing home — my mother had turned a mansion into a home for the elderly, and our small family lived out front. I was sent to help feed the residents, to walk them, and to go find the ones who wandered off; I held a lot of old hands on the way back from those walks. — Enjoy the Flight (Living/Balance/Happiness/Passion)