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127 Ashland Ave. - LaGrange, Illinois This was another great old house. We lived only a few blocks from my cousins. One of my most relaxing memories was early one morning at this house. An early spring rain was sifting through the screen onto my face and the milktruck had just stopped in front of our house. The brakes squeaked and then the milkman walked up the driveway with his milkbottles clinking. I had many, many great memories at this house. My brother Steve was born here and the black woman who helped around the house taught me how to make fried egg sandwiches.
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