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August 27, 2010



Great story! I wish I had the chance to grow up in the 50's. My parents tell me it was so much more, but yet they had so much less..


Thanks for sharing your memories. I love strolling down memory lane to the 'good ole days'. Now you need to share a pic of your new style!


Hey, I don't remember a dime. When you got back from the doctor's office (in a cab), Mom brought us back an OK tablet and a big pencil. You brought back some stitches, plus you got to take a cab ride.

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