Ferry Hill

When my family moved back to Old Saybrook from Clinton in January 1979, we lived first at 355 Main Street, literally next door to the house that had belonged to my grandparents from the late 1950s until 1971. But we only rented that house for 18 months. In June 1980 we began moving to the rambling ranch on the top of Ferry Hill.

Playpens and Proms

And What is Missing in Life My mother met Pam in junior high. By high school, they were good friends. Her senior year, my mom went to Norwich Free Academy because she wanted to pursue…


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