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.

Saturday, December 29, 2012


Wishing everyone a good New Year as we say goodby to another one.  This blog is all about keeping memories alive, those memories that we who grew up in the 50's love to share.  There is a lot to learn from these posts for each of us.  It is remarkable how today, many neighborhoods in cities are getting a new lease on life.  People, especially younger ones with families, are seeking what we took for granted....a place where people interact with neighbors who become friends, where children can grow up with other children and feel safe on street, sidewalk, and backyards.  Where one can walk to the neighborhood shops and there are block parties.
 I know a young family in just such a place in the midwest.
Their neighborhood is a place where one can drop in anytime.
 Good for them.

When I read that caption, it made me remember that the pile of laundry ready to go in the machine seemed never to diminish.  My Mom did not make a big thing of us getting dirty, somehow things got done and there were enough clean clothes to put on.  Life was more than being sparkly clean.

As I roam the roads of the internet, read facebook pages, stroll Google and other reminiscing blogs, it becomes more and more apparent that what we had, what still
lives in our hearts, 
many are seeking today.

A place where there were no such things as "family" rooms.  What you had was a kitchen and a living room and that is where it all happened, with emphasis of the kitchen
'round the kitchen table.
We did not have dining rooms....what for?
Where everyone always knew where everyone was, you did not need a cell phone to find out.
You did not need a phone answering machine, either, someone was always home.

Where spontaneous outside games like Red Rover could happen anytime, anywhere.

Where baby and bridal showers were held in living rooms where a whole lot of
laughter could happen.
Where a child's highlight of the day might be admiring a caterpillar, learning botany the real way.

Where there was only 1 T.V set,:you did not split up to watch alone.  It was more fun to watch Uncle Milty and Jerry Lewis and laugh together.
thanks to Pinterest and this website:enjoy the music,too.


Stay tuned, a whole lot more posts are being planned.
If there is a topic you would like covered, let me know.
It is heartwarming to have received much sharing
via email and telephone that will be coming on posts.


  1. We learned to be entertained with our minds. We played and stayed fit. Our neighbors were our guardians as well as our parents. We had to find our own fun. With a pile of snow we made forts and igloos and got cold with ice and snow coating our mismatched outfits and mittens. We ran home changed and were out again. Where skates came with keys and no fancy stuff. I wish these times could be had by the youth today. I am thankful for the memories.

  2. Me,too, I think they give us courage when harder days come. We can reach deep inside for the values we learned, the independence and creativity that was nurtured within us.