My family lived at 105 Green Street for forty-four years. The house is about 100 years old now. I used to make long chains with the yellow leaves of the ash tree in the front yard. (Lots of leaves, too many leaves to rake!) On hot summer days, I sat in the screened porch and played with my dolls, or read my library books and ate a Popsicle. The black sign on the railing is my father's "lawyer's shingle"--it is now in my study where I write.