'My dad is the man shoveling, at times he had to shovel all the way down road because no plows would come due to being a private road. . . the swing set on the left my dad made himself (biggest one I have ever seen yet) he also made our sandboxes out of old round washing machine tubs, a little further down the road after the swing, there is a big hill that was our private sledding and ski hill-dad had to put big oil barrels across so ppl would not park there at night. . . (and during the day my friends and I would roll them out and ride them). He also used the barrels to burn our trash, and made bonfires to dispose of the yard waste. . . my dad was a wonderful, hard-working all around great guy, and made great kites too (Love Him). We were considered the Hillbillies of the highlands, from what I heard. We never really had to leave the hill or Maplewood Square, mom never had to buy fruit because we had apple and pear trees, all kinds of wild raspberries, blueberries, blackberries, and Concord grapes. I could go on and on about all the wonderful memories about growing up in Malden. It was and is a wonderful place. My husband and I met in Malden High School in 1979 and my children have all graduated from Malden High. We reside on the West End now, my husband's stomping grounds .'
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