RecipeMuncher

When I was growing up our next door neighbors were the Plymessers.  Mr. Plymesser worked as (I think) a typesetter at the local paper, and Mrs. Plymesser always had popsicles on hand in her freezer. They had two sons and a daughter, and their daughter, Linda, was my babysitter when I was, well, a baby.  I don't remember her sitting for me - I was way too little and she was probably such a constant in my life that she blended in like the rest of the family.  They had a little (...)