I always think of my aunts saying good bye to their boyfriends/husbands as they went off to the horror of the 2nd World War, none of us knowing if we would ever see them again....songs were tearful, songs of longing, songs of love, as we lost years of our lives, to a war like no other in the history of our known world, ending with the dropping of two atomic bombs.
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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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