1/31/2015 12:48:50 am
What wonderful stories! It really makes you want to go roller skating and sip on a frozen A&W root beer!
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jen
3/1/2015 12:45:37 pm
I grew up in Manhattan on the lower east side. We skated on cement sidewalks and when we heard the ice cream man ring the bell we would yell up to my mother for 25 cents. We had to yell very loud since we lived on the 9th floor. Sometimes she never heard us but when she did she put the change in a brown paper bag and throw it out the window. It makes me smile to think how happy we were when she did that.
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