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This book is a memoir of a young boy's experiences in a Parochial school in a small town in upstate NY. It covers the years 1926-1932. The dark influences of Prohibition and the Great Depression are brightened by the Sisters and humor.
We lived at 48 South Avenue when I first became aware of an address. Our home later became 52 South Avenue for reasons that were never made clear to me. Our telephone number was 75. At night when our parents were out, we could ask the Telephone Operator when our parents would be home. 'We' consisted of Sis and me. I was Frankie. Shortly, the phone would ring and the Operator would tell us when our mother and father would be coming home.
Posted December 19, 2000
This is a real pleasure for me: I sat down one afternoon with My Times With The Sisters And Other Stories. It turned out to be one of the most pleasurable times I've had in years! I read it in one sitting, and every single page brought me memories, or gave me a chuckle. I was brought up a city boy, but far enough from 'downtown' to have been able to roam the hills and dales, looking for trapdoor spiders and the like. Just now I sat back and, looking at the book, thought of some of the observations - gave me a warm glow!Was this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.