By the time we pushed our belongings up Lamont Place, most families were headed in the opposite direction. Anyone with a car got in and pointed it east, toward the comfortable ranches and Cape Cods that had sprung up just beyond the city’s reach.
But to us, Lamont Place was great, a giant step up.
We had our own backyard, big enough to play in. There was room for my mother to plant a vegetable garden, space out front for a line of pink roses, even a big old lilac spreading along the fence line like an overgrown child.