MEMOIRS OF SCHOOL STREET VILLAGE

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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
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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...

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Thursday, March 7, 2013

THOSE GOOD OLD RADIO DAYS

When we were young and traveling somewhere in the car with my parents, especially at night,  I remember those old radio shows that kept us children quiet as mice.  How about the The Shadow "with Lamont Cranston for one!! 
The dark of the night....wow, our imaginations went into overdrive.


That was the key, wasn't it?  Imagination in overdrive.  Your mind filled in the scenes, the people, the action. Talk about interactive!  Radio played a big part in our lives, especially before TV became more affordable and common.  It was in the background of our lives.

Think back...your Mom is in the kitchen.  You are perhaps coloring at the kitchen table, you know; the one with silver strapping around the edges. Your Mom is listening to a romantic soap opera: The Romance of Helen Trent.  Helen Trent, the orphan.  Why does that stick in my mind as if it were yesterday?  If you listen to this - even for a bit....wow! I had forgotten the theme music...





The era of commercial radio began in 1920, becoming more popular in the late 20's. In an interview I read of my Grandmother Isobel in 1927 she spoke of it as a "talking box." The radio was of vital importance during WWII with FDR's famous fireside chats which helped 
to calm a worried country at war.

The demise of radio popularity apparently ended on Sept. 30, 1962 
with the final episode of Suspense.

Here is a list which your ears will recall: mine did.

The Jack Benny Program----    1932- 1955
Lights Out ...........................     1934-1947
Our Miss Brooks..................     1949-1957
Red Ryder.............................    1941-1949
The Romance of Helen Trent-  1933-1960
Stella Dallas............................  1937-1955
Amos and Andy......................  1926-1960   longest running
The Shadow............................  1932-1955
Suspense.................................. 1942-1962
Aldrich Family.........................  1939-1953
Buck Rogers............................  1932-1947
Burns and Allen.......................  1932-1950
Edgar Bergan and
   Charlie McCarthy..................  1937-1956
Fibber McGee and Molly.........  1935-1956


Who can forget the radio programs commercials like: I'm Buster Brown, I live in a shoe. That's
my dog Tide, look for him in there too."  Also, taking directions for getting your secret decoder ring; when it came it said....drink OVALTINE !  A kids first experience at getting ripped off!

...or  the Salty Brine no-school announcements: for years I thought that Foster-Glocester
was one word, one place!  As in   There's no school today in Fosterglocester...

I felt as if I had lost an old friend when, after a long radio career, Salty passed away.



I have discovered a radio station on my computer with storytellers.  I like to listen to it while I am doing my stationary bike exercises.  It is wonderful to get lost in listening.....like I did as a child, 
like we all did.

Monday, March 4, 2013

Just saying...

                                      My Aunt Lavina, far left, Aunt Alveda second from right
                                                             unknown wonderful car
                                                                circa early 40's

Do you think that the car was a Daimler?  This coming week we are going to an antique car show here, one of the premiere in the country called Course d'elegance so
maybe some expert can tell me.

Arlene Gouveia tells us (through memories of Jeanette Nascimento and Emma Andrade) that in 1933 in the Village, twelve young women formed a club called The Question Mark Club.  After eighty years there is still at least one active member: the amazing Emma Andrade who has contributed to this blog with other memories as well.  Maybe my aunts and the gals above were members...?  Again, that camaraderie that was so real in the Village of that time
shines out for us.

Seeing this photo reminds me of a much simpler time and talking with my husband
we came up with some thoughts:

Remember when they made change for you at the cash register and counted it out in your hand?
They did the arith-me-tic in their heads rather than letting a machine do the work.  They also smiled at you and chatted.  You used cash and not a card and thus
you knew your financial situation at all times.
                                                    Oh, and nobody stole your identity...    

Have you noticed that developers all over the country are building in the "village-mode" or planned developments, as they are called?  They try to capture again what we had in our Village, using smaller homes with porches and the garages in back so that there are walking areas, common green or shared space.  They should just ask us, we could tell them how to do it right. This nostalgia trend is also prevalent in restaurants such as Cracker Barrel - you walk in and woosh, you are back in the 50's!  Old photos, and what they call home-cooking is
the order of the day.

Nobody I knew, certainly not us, had a dining room.  We all ate in the kitchen....as a family. The kitchen was the happening-place all day long. We did not need decorators to show us how to make it a warm and inviting place....we made that happen ourselves. Have you checked out the latest: shabby chic style?    I rest my case.
                                         

                                                                      Just saying.....


Saturday, March 2, 2013

FAITH OF OUR VILLAGE: Part IV




In 1951, the new St. Anthony's Church was dedicated, and the dream
long fostered by the Parish was realized.  It was, and still is 
a beautiful Church, simple and elegant.
Far from the darkness of the basement Church, it was full of light with a
perfect shade of blue on the ceiling.  It seemed always cool in the summer and
warm in winter,  It was where I was confirmed and our little sister Mariellen
made her first communion.



Mariellen Souza Smith
1958


Sometime later, the basement Church provided the foundation for a 
new Parochial School which Mariellen attended and from where she graduated.
I remember how she spoke so fondly especially of Mrs. Carew and Sister Rose Emmanuel.
I remember Sr. Rose from catechism classes as well.

1954
Dedication of the new St. Anthony's Parochial School.
(The school existed until 1972 when lack of staff and
spiraling costs caused it to be closed.  In 1990, a
fire destroyed the school building.  In another building feat, in 1999
a large parish center was built and connected to the Church.)


It seemed that the dreams of the Parish were being realized
 with the opening of the school. 
 Yet, in reality, sons and daughters
 were seeking their own dreams elsewhere, just as I did.  
The Parish would stay anchored by the many
 who stayed in the Village.  But, that vibrant,
exciting and rooted parish life especially prior to the 50's
would soon disappear.
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Now it lives only in our memories, those of us who
lived it and in the pages of this blog.





Next post:  Memory Potpourri and more.....