MEMOIRS OF SCHOOL STREET VILLAGE

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A special thank you to those who have passed it on to others. We are heading quickly to amazing page visits to this blog! Welcome to folks from all over the country and other countries as well, including Lisbon!!

The "Village", as it was called, is located in the northwest corner of the city of Taunton, Massachusetts U.S.A. It covers about 1 square mile with the center being School Street. A large portion of the Village population was Portuguese when I was growing up.

This blog covers a lot of the history of the Village, much to do with my years as a child there: 1940 through the late 1950's. I do have many wonderful photos and information prior to that that and will share those as well. Always looking for MORE PHOTOS AND MORE STORIES TO TELL.

If you would like to send photos or share a memory of growing up in the Village
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I will be posting photographs but not identifying individuals unless I have permission or they are a matter of public record. It you wish to give me permission, please let me know.

I am looking for any and all photos of the Village...

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Tuesday, November 21, 2017

HAPPY THANKSGIVING !

This is a reposting of what I wrote for Thanksgiving some years back. It is always
relevant.  I pray that this year 2017 may bring us peace and harmony, such as so
many of us knew in our childhood in the 50's. Without cell phones, a constant media barrage of the horrific and the scandalous our hearts and minds could focus on family and being grateful for what we had.

I wish you that kind of Thanksgiving this year.



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Thanksgiving 2013 I posted this and it seems
right to use it again.  My memories simmer like gravy on the stove, 
loved laughter drifts through my mind, the taste of that special squash pie only my Aunt Eleanor could make, the smell of the apple pies that were my mother's specialty, the sound of the bubbling crispness of the turkey roasting in a brown paper bag in the oven, The smell and taste of Aunt Alveda's stuffing. The sound of children's feet as they sneaked into the kitchen for a taste of this and that, little fingers traveling the tabletop.  

The heat and heart of the kitchen from all the cooking and from all the love.



Happy Thanksgiving memories and dreams to all !
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This is a great photo of two of my wonderful aunts: Aunt Alveda and Aunt Eleanor.  
The light of their smiles lit up a room. This was some kind of 
a family get-together;
maybe Thanksgiving, maybe not.  But the message is there: of family, 
of place, of all the gifts
in our lives that started with being born into the place we were.

  I am thankful for everything, for 
my family and for the family of the School Street Village.
May Thanksgiving blessings be on each of
you and your families wherever you may have roamed.