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!
Monday, March 25, 2013
Small Town Framingham, a song I remember Hey Daddy
http://youtu.be/c8nGrDarRJQ I listened to this at my Aunt Mary's house in Marlboro, while her son Bob danced in the kitchen....I loved every minute of it...
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