Friday, February 5, 2010
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My kids used to always ask for a bedtime story from me. The tradition became the “When I was a boy living at Nenna’s house” story (Nenna being the nickname for my mother Edna). To the casual observer, there would be little indication as to how special of a neighborhood I grew up in. But close by we had Clarkes store, the drug store, the Ocean Spray parking lot and building, Urann’s Pond & woods, the Halls farm, the railroad tracks, “The Swamp”. All have their own stories
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