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Lulu deCarron's avatar

Jo, I really miss those great peopleand grandma's house. We are so lucky that we’ve been brought up by a family with strong, smart women.

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Lola Gilligan's avatar

This brought back so many wonderful memories. I grew up in the sixties in a tight knit working class neighborhood in NJ. Almost every Sunday, my dad would make "a big breakfast," setting out platters of pastries and breads from the local bakeries, fresh fruit and vegetables, oatmeal, smoked fish, cheeses, and beverages for any and all who wanted to stop by. The front door of our tiny rowhouse was always open, all were welcome, and people drifted in and out all day. These are some of the happiest memories of my childhood, and now that I am an adult, I wonder how my parents did it -- we were struggling to make it into the middle class (my dad was a glazier, and my mom was a secretary), but I thought we were rich (and we were, in oh-so-many ways)!

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