In the early 1980's Mom had a dream one night. She was standing at a kitchen window and looked out and saw a towering sycamore tree. She understood the dream to be a vision, that she would one day live in a house with that view out of the kitchen window.
In 1985 it happened.
Our house on Garfield Boulevard had a towering sycamore in front, and one in back, which could be viewed from the kitchen window. The first eleven years of my life, we lived in eight different homes. From then until I was out of graduate school, Mom lived in the Garfield house.
When I was in town for my 20th reunion last year, it was sad to see that both sycamore are no more.