Noisy Town
My grandfather’s name for our home
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3 min readMay 15, 2024
When I think of the word family, the first word that comes to mind is fun. In childhood, I was the youngest of seven children and my parents were happy together and loved to laugh. If the walls of my childhood home in Philadelphia could talk, they would produce the sound of laughter. And maybe my Uncle Danny’s banging on the piano in the dining room.