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, August 22, 2013
Small Town America, Framingham and....THE JEEP!
When we were "kids" longer ago then you know... the boys came home from the war and we saw this fabulous vehicle...It had a removable canvas roof! We loved it and ran after it as it cruised down Hollis Street, from one of the side streets, near Waushakum Blvd, where I lived...Madeline, Marie, Bobby and me...we all begged for rides in the Jeep
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