My earliest memories are of walking to the Philadelphia Grammar School. I walked with my brother Robert, and many of the other neighborhood children. We came home for lunch most of the days- sometimes on Friday we would eat hamburgers- 20 cents a meal!

I walked down the railroad to visit Granny Martin and Uncle Luke who enjoyed their swing and chairs on the front porch. I always enjoyed her good cooking. Uncle Luke always had a garden. He raised chickens and I gathered the eggs. I always planted nasturtium to keep on their table in the summertime.

My daddy worked in the boarding room at the mill, one summer I carried his food to him. Mama was an inspector at the mill, she always said she could work and watch us out the mill window.

The post office was fun. "Miss" Anne Blair always teased me about my letters.

Philadelphia was a good close knit community to have a good childhood!

Barbara Lee Martin Bolt