More Early Days

     We loved it that the house had a very large bedroom on the first floor with a picture window facing the front lawn and our street. We had a comfortable double bed and enough room for a beautiful crib with wide flat slats with very little space between each, designed to keep little hands from being caught between the slats during bedtime and pictured in The New Yorker Magazine, so we ordered the crib for Patty and Marit and Dede and Lockie and Holly and Erik and Roslyn. I just couldn't part with the crib that was so beautifully designed even when it was no longer needed. So we kept it in the garage rafters there on Zenith, finally selling my most cherished crib to a young couple who promised to repair its "loose joints."

     The story of the Youth Bed - promising parents safe sleeping when graduating from babyhood in the crib to the Youth Bed came about when Marit was born. We had moved to Yonkers, New York, living on Old Jerome Avenue in the Flages' upstairs apartment.  There was a beautiful kitchen overlooking a very lovely back yard.  Old Jerome Avenue was a short block backing up to the beautiful Van Cortlandt Park where a walk with your father, Otto Ramstad, and Patty, found a rattlesnake sleeping under a very large rock.