One of the good houses that defined my life.

The stories behind the House on Middle Street and how a large part of my mother’s family shaped my own history.

Each story tells more than the obvious. There is always a “background” that is so much more than what others see.
Just because my childhood home
is now a parking lot - doesn’t
mean I don't remember my
“growing-up years.”

Neither does the parking lot erase the history of my family nor their parent’s struggles as immigrants.

We all want to fondly recall the halcyon days of our youth, but I
will only be able to visit “the
place I grew up” through the
pages of this book.