Sylvia. I was born in Williamsburg, on 184 Cliver Street in Brooklyn. Then when I was 18 we moved to Bensonhurst to a four-family house—my brother, my father, my mother, and we adopted my grandma. It was from Bensonhurst that Harry and I got married. Harry and I got married, and we lived in Flatbush, on Ocean Avenue. And that’s where I became pregnant with Steve. And then we moved to Clarkson Avenue—135 Clarkson. And that’s where I conceived Deedee. And in 1951 we moved from there. March 3, 1951 was when we moved into this house. Steve was 10 and Deedee was six—not even six. Anyway, we used to drive out every Sunday, to see how the house was coming. They were building it. So we would come out every Sunday—it was our outing—to see how everything was going. God. I never thought we’d live here that long. But I grew up here, really. And so did the children. And Harry. We really grew up in this house. Even though we were already married and had two children. This is where we grew up, and this is where we learned to love each other even more, and respect each other. So that’s how we came to live here, in Merrick. We learned that we were living four blocks from the railroad station, and that was good, because Harry was always late. We examined the schools, and they were good. And not only were the schools good, they were very close by. And the street is a nice one. I think there’s just one other couple on the street who are the original owners. With all of the wonderful things, and all of the bad things that happened, this has always been a happy house. I’ve always felt when I came home, even when I come home alone, I always feel the house is embracing me. When I went to sell the house, I sold it for $5000 less than I could have gotten, because it had to have somebody here who would love this house the way I do, and the way my children do. I’m going to miss this house terribly. I really am. But then it was good to me. And I just hope that the people who bought it enjoy it as much as we did.