Thanks so much for the great response to this blog!
A special thank you to those who have passed it on to others. We are heading quickly to amazing page visits to this blog! Welcome to folks from all over the country and other countries as well, including Lisbon!!

The "Village", as it was called, is located in the northwest corner of the city of Taunton, Massachusetts U.S.A. It covers about 1 square mile with the center being School Street. A large portion of the Village population was Portuguese when I was growing up.

This blog covers a lot of the history of the Village, much to do with my years as a child there: 1940 through the late 1950's. I do have many wonderful photos and information prior to that that and will share those as well. Always looking for MORE PHOTOS AND MORE STORIES TO TELL.

If you would like to send photos or share a memory of growing up in the Village
e-mail me at
feel free to comment on the posts. Directions are on the right side of the blog posts. Jump in, the water is fine and it is easy!!!

I will be posting photographs but not identifying individuals unless I have permission or they are a matter of public record. It you wish to give me permission, please let me know.

I am looking for any and all photos of the Village...

Please note: the way blogs work is that the latest post is first. It you would like to start from the beginning of the blog, check out the post labels on the right of the blog and go from there. Thanks.

Monday, October 15, 2012


" Story telling: The World"s Second Oldest Profession"  
  Danny Harris

This blog is all about storytelling.
Hans Christian Anderson said that "Life itself is the most wonderful
Fairy Tale." Growing up in the Village in School Street was like that for me.
I remember as a child that the art of conversation and story weaving was all around us.
It was celebrated on front stoops and at family gatherings.
There was embellishment, of course, it is said that
the art of storytelling is to leave the story better than
you found it ( Mrs. Humphrey Ward).

In beginning with the story of Fuller School and what it meant to us, we are starting that story.
I miss those days don't you?  Help us to revive it here and share it over and over again. Make it a part of our own family legacies.

This is just a part of my genealogical and history files and photographs,
not included 
are the digital files on my computer.
It is a constant struggle to keep it organized, but a labor of love.

Thank you so much to my sister, Kathy, for stepping up to the plate and
sharing the precious photo of Sophia Dupont and her memories of her.

That photo sparked more thoughts for me, seeing those big tall windows again and the dark wood surrounding them.  For a child those windows were enormous, the dark wood comforting.

Kathy is going to guest blog again with more photos of Fuller Teachers and
then I will jump back in again.

Can you jot down some memories and get into your old photos and join in?
Just email them to me at
 or if you want to guest blog that would be fine, too.

I am amazed at the response, as readers continue to come on to the blog.
Check out the map....interesting and making this endeavor worth while.

Back later....Sandy

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