When I was selling real estate in Venice, Florida, I told my fellow sales people that when I was very little my dad owned a town. I can’t remember if I ever told them differently, but I’m going to tell you what he really did own.
I was born the twelfth of thirteen children and was the seventh daughter. We lived in a big white house on the southeast corner in the little cross roads town of Byhalia, Ohio. Since I was born in 1922, this was the few years following that. At this time on another corner of town my dad owned a mercantile that sold everything from food to clothing, to boots, shoes, bolts of cloth sold by the yard for making clothing, trimmings, many household items, farm tools, etc., and more.