tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6710028377269125149.post8131456838694790557..comments2013-07-04T20:20:27.164-07:00Comments on SMALL WHITE HEARTS: FOURTH OF JULY FIREWORKSAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04954166742373306854noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6710028377269125149.post-46788336144208386192013-07-04T20:20:27.164-07:002013-07-04T20:20:27.164-07:00You? Get in trouble?? NAH!!! :))
You had some go...You? Get in trouble?? NAH!!! :))<br /><br />You had some good stuff up there in the Village. The Irish didn't have any bonfires...or if they did, we were always down in Somerset on the 4th watching the fireworks out over the river. <br /><br />Halloween was spent traveling all around the neighborhoods, then making our way downtown, too. To enter the costume contest in back of The Taunton Inn. They'd also give the awards for best artwork on the store windows. I got caught one time soaping a car window...just my luck it was a police officer's personal car. SIGH. Had a great time washing it all off! :)<br /><br />Other than that, I didn't have a lot of freedom...our parents were very strict, too...and didn't spare the rod. Or in my Mom's case, the yardstick. Never did climb out a window to escape, though...our bedrooms were all on the 2nd floor! <br /><br />High school was no fun til I met Frankie (Tank). You, Rose, Irene and some others used to go to the Canoe Club. I never got to go there but once...and wouldn't ya know, that was the night Buzzy Brezinski got us all in trouble. Fortunately, my parents never did get wind of that night, or I'd have been in the convent quicker than you could bless yourself!!<br /><br />I remember meeting Rose to go to Mass every weekday AM during Lent...did you go with us...I thought it was you and Irene that did. That was about as "Holy" as I ever got, but it nonetheless really meant a lot to me to do that. My mother would never write my note to be late for school on those days...I don't think she believed I was actually going to Mass...so I had to write them myself. I always thought it was rather funny to have to "sin" in order to go to church!! I don't know as I ever confessed that, either. <br /><br />Ah, the memories, Norma...and hasn't life brought us down some strange paths since those days? And haven't we been blessed that the good Lord had given us the strength to deal with all of it. <br /><br />Catch you later, Norma,<br /><br />JudeJudehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10829263437557899839noreply@blogger.com