This is the house I lived in from age five until going out into the world on my own. It looks quite different now. It used to be brown, didn't have the picket fence in front, and had a wonderful mimosa tree that I loved to climb. The mimosa would have been in the left foreground of this picture if it still existed. I do, of course, remember quite well the oak shown in this picture. It was first base when we played baseball in the front yard. The window on the right was my bedroom window.