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T.S.S. "NIEUW AMSTERDAM" 1 When I was a small boy I lived in Phila near 3rd & Pine St in one of those old alternate black & red brick houses with [[strikethrough]] small wo [[/strikethrough]] white columns before doorway and the separator green blinds [[strikethrough]] so common at that time in that city[[/strikethrough]] It was a very old house in fact it was said that it had [[strikethrough]] was the way [[/strikethrough]] one bed [[strikethrough]] an old [[/strikethrough]] a balcony & [[strikethrough]] I often [[/strikethrough]] 2 imagined that it was here [[strikethrough]] that Franklin has bought that famous loaf bread that he carried under his arm. while [?] and [[/strikethrough]] In the sidewalk was a man hole down which was put the coal and through which hole came the very light to this sault or cellar. [[strikethrough]] which it was more or less my duty to bring up stairs. I'm [[/strikethrough]] To this underground dungeon. The day in question which I am going to tell you about my mother was engaged in making pies and cakes for Thanksgiving. 3 & I was