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One move I recall vividly was from Norfolk (we lived there three different times) to New port, R.I. Our new neighbors didn’t offer to help, or even bring us a cool drink on the hot June afternoon, but all the mothers arrived with their children about the same time the movers did, and watched the entire process of the furniture and boxes being taken from the truck to house.
Newport was an exciting place to live. We saw the jack Kennedys one Sunday when they visited Jackie’s family and former President Eisenhower was in town when a park was dedicated to him - remember him waving his “V” for victory at us as he passed in a motorcade. The Cowsills hailed from Newport and reached their height of popularity as a rock group while we lived in the small city. The Newport Jazz Festival had not yet moved to the Bib Apple, so my dad took us to see the “beatniks” camping out around the stadium.
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