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There was a sense of community, where you knew all your neighbors and few people moved away.
You played in the cobble stone street, and knew better than to slide into second base, or third.
I lived with my grandparents while my mother got her MSW in NYC, and knew that every Wednesday was "Prince Spaghetti Day",
and that on alternate Thursdays my grandparents would cook "liver and onions", that would make me wretch !
They would send me next door to my Aunt's 'to see what they had for dinner'- generally on Sunday's,it was pork chops or loin, with mashed potatoes, and sauerkraut.
Everybody knew everyone else's business as we were on a party line with 7 other families.
Any long distance call required the assistance of an "Operator", found on the dial phone at "O".