n 1954, my father and mother purchased a house in New Haven at 484 Norton Parkway, near Bowen Field. It was a white, colonial-style house, with white pillars in front and a large backyard. The commute to my father's office was about six minutes.

With dining room, living room, sun porch, full basement and attic, the four-bedroom house, was more than four times bigger than the tiny two-bedroom apartment over my father's office where we had been living. We stopped spending winter weekends in Milford, and became more centered in New Haven.

Linda, Minnie and Freddie outside their new home