Wow, that house standing cheek-by-jowl to the old town hall! That spot is where they set up the white elephant tent for the fair when the hall became inhabitable. The classic ladies of the Town like Helen Emma would run the elephant thing and dole out fabulous memories and sage advice amid all the purveying of curios and bric-a-brac. I sure miss the New Ipswich ladies of the greatest generation.
Wow, that house standing cheek-by-jowl to the old town hall! That spot is where they set up the white elephant tent for the fair when the hall became inhabitable. The classic ladies of the Town like Helen Emma would run the elephant thing and dole out fabulous memories and sage advice amid all the purveying of curios and bric-a-brac. I sure miss the New Ipswich ladies of the greatest generation.
Helen was a looper. She had looping machine at home. I delivered socks to her house. Phil was my boss at Tricnit Hosiery.
I meant uninhabitable. AI got me again.
And James Roger picking a rooster! Wonder how they cooked what must have been a tough old bird.