Pretty Knees

ife was rough-and-tumble for a 10-year-old girl in the 1950s in Gary, Ind., and I had the knees to prove it. My siblings and I lived in a big nine-room house across the street from Jefferson Park, which was, in my young opinion, the best place in the whole city! There, one could find hills for sledding, oak trees with prime acorns for throwing at