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Nan and
Grandpa Ferrero in the tomato garden in the Bronx. There was also
a substantial garden in Staten Island, which was also loaded with
tomatoes. I know it's the Bronx, and not Staten Island, because I
see a clothes line which ran from the back porch of my
grandparents house on Adams Street to a pole in the far end of
the garden. Also, the tree overhanging is too big to be at the
beach. |
