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I didn’t mind at the time, because I was the youngest. Of course, the older kids usually got first pick and I was left with whatever space wasn’t occupied. I’d either sleep with my brothers or my sisters, depending on who got to one of the beds first. Seeing how there were only two bedrooms in the house, we kids shared one bunkbed, one twin bed and a floor bed, made up of an old mattress and blankets. I lived with my dad and stepmother, two brothers and three sisters. We lived in one of the four abandon chicken coops that were converted to housing during the war. We had moved to California from Illinois in early 1942 and settled in San Pedro, just off of Gaffy Street. Growing up in the 40s and 50s was quite an experience for me.

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