The ownership we feel for places we have lived seems absolute. Any house we’ve called home was ours. No one else’s. Even if several others lived in it before or after we did.
Such was the case of the house on Beech Street where my family lived in the 60s and early 70s in Ashdown, Arkansas.
By John Moore
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