old home in Sharpsville.jpg

I hope this does not sound as a whine; it is not meant that way.

As Dad drank most of our money away, we were pretty poor at times. I still have a great fear of being poor.

At one time, the five us lived in the very small apartment on the right side of this picture. The left side, at that time was a restaurant. We were separated from the juke box by only plywood, and the juke box would start every day about 6AM.

Fortunately, we were not there very long; but it was probably the nadir of my time in Sharpsville.