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in our backyard and was in full bloom in early May, a lovely sight which made us feel even more attached to our new home. As the photo shows, there were some good-sized maples in front of our house which dressed up the place also. A feature I liked was the sunroom on the southeast corner where I had my desk and did a lot of work although I believe we closed it off in the winter because it was very hard to heat. Parked in the driveway in the photo may be seen Dodgem IV in which we took our Colorado trip. It will be noted the house had an attic and we even had a small exhaust fan mounted up there to help cool the house. There was the usual coal furnace and we had an ice box in the kitchen when we moved there. It was really quite a nice little establishment all in all and we were very pleased to be there.

Our neighbors in the yellow-brick bungalow to the north were Mr. and Mrs. Larson, perhaps in their late thirties. Mr. Larson was a native Swede I believe, since he had quite an accent, and he was a machinist in the Air Brake Dept. at the GE. The Larsons had been childless so had adopted or otherwise acquired the boy of a relative. He was several years older than Bab and I believe he left them before we moved to Kahkwa Blvd. in 1939. They also had a small, yellow, short-haired mongrel dog named "Sporty" who was quite cute and reasonably well behaved. We had little or nothing in common with the Larsons but they were friendly neighbors and we got along well with them.

For years I'd known I had an impacted wisdom tooth which eventually would have to be removed if it didn't come through. There was a tiny opening through the gum to it and food would be forced through this in spite of everything I could do. Finally, in mid-April, the tooth became badly infected and Dr. Merriman decided the time had finally come to take it out. Although he did straightforward  extractions, he said this one was too involved for him to tackle and he sent me to the extraction specialist, Dr. Hapgood, in the Commerce Bldg. This man proved to be, without question, a brute. My gum and jaw were already swollen badly from the infection and full of pus and in my opinion he should have performed the extraction under some sort of a general anesthetic. Instead he chose to do it with novocaine, which spread the infection all over that side of my face, jaw and throat, causing me to swell up so violently afterward that I don't believe I was recognizeable. He jabbed the needle into the area in at least six places and each time he did it, he'd ask me triumphantly if I could feel the pus squirting out! I could. The tooth was locked around the jaw bone somehow and the extraction itself took about 45 minutes after I'd been anesthetized. At one point, I heard a crack, and Hapgood commented cheerfully that that was just a piece of my jaw breaking off! I went home after the extraction and I never returned to his office. We called Ralph Merriman over to the house that evening to look things