My earliest memories were when we lived on Hanover St. in Charleston, SC. As I recall the house was a one and a half story house. My Uncle, my Father's brother, and his wife lived up stairs. There are a few things that stand out in my memory of those times. My baby brother had a scary fall down the stairs one day. I think he was trying to get up the steps on his hands and knees as he was barely able to walk. I have been accused of trying to take him up stairs by his hand and let him go when we got to the top. Since I don't remember, I am sure that is not true. Anyhow, he fell down the steps and the one or two teeth he had punctured his bottom lip. I think he still has a scar.
I don't know if Moms still tell kids these kinds of things, but there was a thunderstorm one day and lightning and thunder was popping all around the house. We were scared and I remember Mom telling us that if we didn't settle down and be quiet, the lightning would strike us. So we got on the floor behind the couch and shut our mouths. I still get behind the couch during a thunderstorm.
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