In the winter of 1959-1960 the family moved. A beloved house was sold for a few very practical reasons. The “new” house, which was just as old as the old one, that is, built somewhere around the time of the First World War, had an entirely different style. It was some years before it, too, became beloved. The first did not have some features the second did, but the reverse was equally true, so it was never really determined which was the preferred house. To this day, personal circumstances being different, either house would be okay. The neighborhoods are debatable.
The street address for house #1 was 318. The street address for house # 2 was 329. One street address before that was 515, and one street address for other relatives was 1229, either of which may have added to some confusion. Regardless, all of the streets had very different names, which could have made it easier to keep things straight. More important, the people in question were presumed to be caring relatives, who didn’t have more than a half-dozen street addresses of family to keep straight. There was also very little need to contend with any frequent address changing.
Sometime after the change of location (seems like it was a couple of years at least) one day completely surprisingly, a package arrived but it was addressed to a house across the street (328). It was surprising because it was thought the people in question had even used the correct address for the likes of cards at Christmas. Verbally the numbers don’t sound the same. Well, today, after nearly fifty years, yours truly realized the numbers don’t sound the same, but written down they take on a different aspect. Numerically 318 is close to 328 in looks. They memorized by sight.
It takes a while to fathom some things.
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