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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.

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

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Thursday, October 11, 2012


Remember those funny cardboard pencil boxes?  You can see that my sister Kathy and I are holding them for the first day of school.  We are all dressed up....remember when grunge was not the fashion?

(Our hair is in "Banana curls"....set tight in rags the night before so that was hard to find a comfortable place to put yout head to sleep.)

*as Kathy said earlier in a comment, we remember those oiled wood floors kept so clean at Fuller. Everything was wood, those beautiful stairways included.  All kept sparkling by the school custodian, Joe Cardoza. In the middle of the building between the classrooms were wooden parititions where you hung your jackets and left your boots.

*ink well holes in the desks, empty since now ink was no longer used.

Recess: Oh, boy.  Favorite time of the day for all of us.  Cousin Jackie from Texas, who attended Fuller for a while remembers the little cartons of milk and the cookies for snack.

The school yard surrounded the school.  Hard packed dirt with tall trees keeping sentinel on the right side near the fence next to the Alvarnaz home and yard.  The hard packed dirt was great for playing "Red Rover, Red Rover...send Sandy over...:  You aways hoped that someone would call your name.  Also, Red Light and Statue Tag and other run around games.  Scooped out holes in the dirt for playing with marbles.  There was some pavement in front of the main door and that is where the rhythm of jump rope mantras calmed the air and and jump rope (or ropes if double), spun in the air.

I close my eyes and can see it.  I can hear the sound of the hard earth beneath my feet and Mary Jane shoes.  

What do you remember?

More to come......

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