That leads to a digression. In the mid-1950s my Uncle Paul and his family moved into my grandmother's house at 711 Tenth Avenue. My grandmother then began a series of long visits with several of her her other six children: Jean didn't want her, Ruth lived in relative poverty in a very small house, Bob didn't want her, and that left Dorothy, Lois, and my mother. Between then and 1960, she stayed the most with us. She didn't get along with Dorothy's husband, Lois was her favorite daughter, my mother was her least favorite, yet she stayed the most with us. I loved her dearly and syill miss her.