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The Commons
Voices / Letters from readers

The good old days

Originally published in The Commons issue #425 (Wednesday, September 13, 2017). This story appeared on page E4.



RE: “Cars, cocktails, and conversation” [Town and Village, Aug. 23]:

These old cars at the fundraiser bring up memories.

As a kid, I used to raid a garden in Bellows Falls with all the other rug rats from the neighborhood.

One night, the old Polish man who owned the property put a load of rock salt to our behinds. Well, we waited till November 1960 and buried his old clunker of a Studebaker in his backyard.

We waited till he woke up. Oh, mama, he screamed. We hollered in Polish some rude, nasty comments to him.

Next Halloween, we returned with a bag of cow shit and lit it on fire at his house.

Jim Mitchell


Bellows Falls

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