This is for my friends way back in Groton. How a little Italian boy from East Boston ever ended up in Groton Ill never know. My adventures were much different. I remember going to the movies on a Saturday afternoon to see Gene Autry and Roy Rogers. I went to Mass at on a Sunday morning and from there directly to Sunday School. The Nuns used to scare the begabers out of us by telling us that if we hopped on a train we would get our heads knocked off when it went under a trussle. It was an adventure to go with my mom to the chicken house. She would pick out a chicken and the guy would wring its neck off and hank it upside down to drain the blood. I never ate chicken as a young boy after that. East Boston had no hills so when we went coasting we would grab the bumper of a car and let it drag us for a few blocks. Did I tell you that I was a Junior Police Officer. It got me a vacation on the Blue Hills for a week. I didnt dare use my Police powers. My dad added a bath tub to our Toilet room. We had the only tub on the block. If I was a bad boy my dad scare me that he would lock me in the cellar. There were all kinds of creepy bugs down there especially at high tide. There were abandoned Ferry Ports that we would dive from to get Crabs and perriwinkles. Believe it or not we would put them in a can and boil them in a bonfire. Great eats. We also picked up cigarette butts from the curb and tried to smoke them. As a holiday ritual we would gather Christmas trees and stack them up and have a bonfire. We had to run like hell not to get caught. At the end of our block around the corner There was a bakery [across from the Church].. They made bread every evening. The aroma of fresh baked bread whiffed thru the back yards. My dad gave me a nickel to get a loaf. He put olive oil and sugar on each slice. It was yummy. On those Sunday meals that I didnt eat the chicken he gave me a dime to get a bottle to get some home made wine from a neighbor across the street. I remember that there were a lot of peddlers selling bananas, taffy apples, ice and you name it. My whole family lived on the same block with Aunts, Uncles and Cousins. It was sad when we had to move because they took our houses to build new and better apartments. My dad never got credit for the tub. It broke up the family. Thats when we moved to Everett. That will be Chapter Two.
Posted on: Sat, 30 Aug 2014 18:36:34 +0000
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