I lived on Marseilles between Chandler/Chester... still remember the smoke burning my eyes when we used to rake the [[Elm tree) leaves to the street, and burn them at the curb... Every once in a while I'll be out in the boonies somewhere, and catch a whiff of someone still burning their leaves... brings back memories.
Also still can hear the sound of Mr. Lappicolla's Produce Truck.... "Strawberries...strawberries, 3 quarts for a dollar.... Tomatoes... Peaches... Sweet Corn..." and "Uncle George" the rotund Good Humor ice cream truck with the bells chiming.
.... and remember those Air Raid drills at school [[went to Marquette)... and buying the stamps [[in the classroom) for your Savings Bonds book.
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