Emerson Street is a short street with a 90 degree turn in the middle. My block is the east side of Emerson Street below the turn. Last week’s Sense of Place featured the brown house that belonged to Bill Hurst when I grew up. When he died a few years ago that left me the longest remaining resident of Emerson Street. The other houses, going from right to left, belonged to Colwell, Sinclair and O’Connor. O’Connor was the first to move away from the street during my lifetime, about when I was ten. The MacBurnie’s moved in, a large family including one son (Jim) who was my age.
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