I lived in seven different cities before the age of 18. We lived at most of them for at least 1 year. The only exception was a 6 month furlough in 1970. We lived in two of the cities for eight years. The first of these was Rio de Janeiro. We lived there from the time I was 2 years old until 10 years. The home I remember the most is the 3rd and last Rio home we lived in. The house was very near the Baptist School where I attended kindergarten and elementary school. It was also close to the South Brazil Theological Seminary. The seminary was further up the hill from the house. There was a trail through the woods from near the back wall of the house to the seminary. I do not ever remember seeing anyone on the trail even though I followed it often. I remember that there was a little wooden shack at the side of it. I went into it once and it was empty. It did not occur to me at the time that this fact was very unusual since there were so many homeless people in Rio. I set off to climb to the top of the mountains several times be soon gave up. But since Sumaré Mountain is about 2500 feet high, that is not unexpected. Of course, things have changed drastically since then. The beautiful houses have been replaced by apartment building, the trail replaced by a street.
The house on the right was ours. The one on the left was the home of the Sutton's. The South Brazil Theological Seminary is seen above the houses. The Combe (VW Bus) was our car.
The boys in the front yard.
Now the family is complete. Not sure where David was.
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