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The next two people are [[underlined]] Ann and Ed Baker [[/underlined]], who were to become our next door neighbors seven years hence. The strange thing about Ed and Ann is the fact that they were friends beginning sometime in the 30s and next door neighbors for 16 years but as we look back upon our friendship with them, they appear largely colorless.  Ed was an orthodontist who was doing well and he was a nice guy whom people liked but somehow he wasn't a colorful guy like say Bill Collins. Ann was nice-looking until she let herself run to fat but I never felt she had much to her. Until we built our house next door to them on Seminole, I don't think they could have been classed as really close friends. Moreover, we didn't select the site for our home because it was next to the Bakers although I'd say we considered this a plus. It must be remembered also that in 1948 we were just entering the Erie Yacht Club-Brightman-Wiley era, which was to claim most of our attention for the next several years and in the face of this, the Bakers didn't loom very large in our perspective. Nor could either Ed or Ann have run with much success against Jack and Dot Brightman in a "colorful character contest". So they were at a disadvantage when we first moved into 225 Seminole Drive. Also there had been an incident during the building of our house which had shaken my admiration for Ed a little; also it had given me the impression that he was perhaps overly fussy and maybe not as good a friend as I'd imagined. When the footing of the house had been poured, Ed personally measured the distance from the lot line to the north side of the footing adjacent to his property and protested that the footing was six inches too close to the line. He would not accept this. Actually the only part of our house that would have infringed this limitation was the chimney; that is, Ed was demanding that the footing be moved in order to eliminate a strip of chimney about six feet by six inches which was about 16 feet from his house. This reduced the size of Bab's room and shoved the mantel and fireplace six inches into the living room. It seemed like a piddling complaint to put forward but it upset the architect, the builder and us for two or three days until it was settled besides making it necessary to change the house some and add to the expense. I was distinctly hot under the collar and as a result of it. This incident didn't ruin our friendship but it certainly warped it a little and I could never dispel from my mind the picture of Ed as a "fussy old woman." He had already completed the job of straightening Roger's teeth when this happened, for which he relieved me of a tidy sum, and I suspect that I wouldn't have given him the job had this occurred a few years sooner, we were sufficiently teed off about it at the time. Now, on with my story. Ed's father was a dentist in Smethport, Pennsylvania, and Ed was one of four sons, all dentists, three in Erie and one in Cleveland. Ann was an Erie native and I think could trace her family back