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