
There is no Roxy Theater yet where we kids looked forward each Saturday to the matinee in black and white, and when older, watched Rhett Butler finally tell Scarlet "frankly my dear, I don't give a damn", nor was the house of my inlaws built yet.
Peacock Hill Ave., then just a bumpy dirt road, disappears into the woods, with nary a Canterwood in sight.
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