The house looks the same

We lived here from December 1962 until June 1968. It’s the only green-brick house I’ve ever seen. I spent a lot of Saturdays mowing that front yard. My bedroom was at the far left; the window is obscured by bushes.

The neighborhood has no sidewalks, so there’s a ditch at the bottom of the yard. We used to burn all the leaves from the oak trees in that ditch. I can’t imagine open burning like that is still allowed in 2016, which may explain why it’s so overgrown.

When we lived there there was no extra parking available for those cars; we owned a Plymouth Valiant when we moved in and a Buick Special when we left. Both got parked in the carport at the top of the driveway.