Dorotha is introduced. She was a descendant of the Howe in Howe-Peterson Funeral Home and wrote this about 1982. She was responding to a letter from Katherine asking her to write down her memories of growing up in Dearborn. She would have been in her 80's.
We had a lovely childhood -- Ivadel, Marie and I -- and Marie never writes but mentions about it and how grateful we should be to have had such. We were brought up by the Golden Rule, "A man's word was as good as his bond." There might be a war with Japan in the far, far future and we must think of the starving Armenians and eat all the food on our plates.
As a small town it was closely knit in that everyone was interested in everyone else. We lived on the corner of Michigan Avenue and Howe Street (named after grandfather). A row of maple trees lined Howe Street which were bored with spigots and pails hung to catch the syrup which was later gathered and processed in a huge cauldron out in the orchard west of the house. I have yet to taste syrup such as that.
Also I have yet to taste the delicious Northern spy apples that we put down in barrels in the cellar each year to bring up during the winter to eat with popcorn before a roaring fire in the fireplace.
(to be continued)
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