Small Town America Framingham Thru My Eyes: The War Years and Beyond: Madlyn A Fafard: 9781466201026: Amazon.com: Books
My plan in writing this book, was to paint a broad stroke picture of the time. Heavy immigration brought thousands to our shores at the turn of the Century, just before the 1st World War. We were influenced by the times that came before us and by the desire of immigrants to make a better life for their children. When the 2nd World War came bearing down, we became a land of heroes. I don't know about you, but I thought we lived in a land of HEROES!
I believe that those of us who lived the period of time that enveloped the world in war, always have tears inside when the war is recalled. Yes, look carefully at the faces , at the eyes of those remaining people of the time , you will see, when the war is recalled, the pain hidden just under the surface.
Virtual reality was our constant companion as we shouted terms we heard on the radio..."Yamamoto!
Axis Sally! Hari Kari! We played make believe war games on our side streets and fields off Hollis Street in Framingham, Mass., a small town at the time, maybe like the small town you grew up in.
At night tears followed us to bed, in our roller shade bedrooms with flowered wallpaper and lace curtains, as the songs of the time drifted down the hall and under our bedroom doors, while air raid practice caused all the lights to go out. A song of tears for me, When the Lights Go On Again All Over the World, was like a prayer!
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Just my world of dreams, music and thoughts. Author of two books, one a novel of Love stories set in Framingham, Mass, Secrets of the Heart the 2nd book an autobiography of growing up in Framingham, Mass. Small Town America, Framingham My generation was the first teenage generation, that was when the word was coined. Ours was the generation that started cruising through town and to the drive in theater and drive in restaurant. In our area, Ernie Kampersal,from Holliston, drove his bucking car through town, picking up girls. It rose in the air, like a stallion! We went to the soda shops and played the juke boxes. It was a different town, a different time, and it belonged to us!
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