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  • Good Old Days Magazine

    Plastic Planes and CardBoard Cars

    Oct 05, 2021 4 minutes
    By Harry Noble

    Our family moved to Cincinnati in February 1941, when I was just turning 4 years old. My sister had been born less than a month before we moved. We rented homes the first two years before buying 10 acres north of town in 1943. Dad had started work for Crosley Corporation, making radio sets for the Signal Corps, and Mom was a housewife.

    Van Zandt Road (now Galbraith), just east of Hamilton Avenue, was the location of our first residence. Houses continued a few blocks more to the east; then it was country. We had one car, an Oldsmobile, which we kept for the duration of the war. Dad carpooled downtown. I

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