Tag Archives: Greenville

East Road Excitement circa 1938

Dave Curtis was at times a bus driver, piano player, photographer, dog owner and generally well-liked East Roader. When he had to get off airport land because of eminent domain, Dave decided to take just his photography studio to live … Continue reading

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How an 8 Party Line, Hatbox Car and 2 Farm Kids Saved the Elliot House

A Walden Farm Tale – Gramps and Viv Walden One five, ring twelve was our number at Walden Farm. It rang one long ring and two short. Sometimes my sister Lambie and I would pick up when other people were … Continue reading

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He Raised the Roof for Her – an Everyday Valentine

She was a fine looking New England woman and he was a quiet man with a mustache.     It was a marriage made in Maine and from all reports a long and happy union. Abby was one of the famous … Continue reading

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Planning the Garden with Gramps

We are in the thick of winter so yesterday I handed Johnny’s Seed Catalog to Gramps as a nod to spring and the large garden we hope to plant. We began our work on the garden in the fall because … Continue reading

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Gramps Goes to Washington, DC!

When Gramps volunteered for the Army in 1942 and reported for duty at Valley Forge, he had to pass a physical exam along with all the other young men. Well, said the doc, ‘Anything wrong with you?’ In the spirit … Continue reading

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In which Gramps Builds a Homemade Tractor

The other day, Gramps and I went joyriding. We stopped by this old vehicle. Gramps looked under the hood, (ayuh, it is a Ford) and kicked the tires, something the men in our family like to do. Then he got … Continue reading

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In Which Gramps and I Go Remembering

Yesterday, Gramps and I went remembering. We stood at the shore of Lower Wilson Pond and as we looked out at the water, he pointed to a spot.  “There, right there”, he said, “I learned to swim.” That was 88 … Continue reading

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