Small Town America, Framingham, a memoir. Travel with me as a 'little detective' trying to make sense of a life few now know. There was a time when some people were afraid to drive a car! When no one wanted a dryer, clothes smelled so good drying out on the line. We had a rag man, milk and bread were delivered, along with coal and ice. The war changed all our lives, before, during and after! Learn so much more, through my eyes way long ago!
Thursday, February 14, 2013
Small Town Framingham
Oh, how about Joe Messana, did I spell it right? Joe was on the beat on the street once in awhile too, wasn't he just at the tag end of the long time traffic cops, and just before the street lights came in...?
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