Moving

We moved from 23rd street at some point. The conversation was surreal. As a family we sat down and discussed everything (not really but it sounds nice). The way things usually went, we discussed the plan, how things were going to work everyone put their ideas together then we did things the way dad wanted to. The move to the new house in Daleville was a big one. We would have a yard and a bigger house. Dad said it was going to be a tough move and we would all have to work together to make it happen. The new house payment was more than we had been paying ,I think it was going to be somewhere around $225 to $275 per month, so we all needed to conserve.

The move would happen. We would leave the city atmosphere of Muncie. Gone were the Hardins and their dog inky. Gone was the Gibson arena. Gone was Lillians grocery, Grissom elementary and the corner park filled with not so famous musicians. Our life was changing, although it was too early to have know but we were "movin on up" like the Jeffersons. The next few years were filled with new adventures, new folks to meet and a little more growing up. One thing for sure it wasn't boring.