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someone viewing this WEB page would like to contact me regarding the use of these scenes, I welcome their input. I do not plan to profit from their use. They
appear solely for the benefit of those people who wish to have a glimpse of the times represented by the pictures.
were hard, but people coped and made do with what they could hang onto. They didn't wait for handouts, didn't whine and cry,
and certainly didn't blame others. They looked around and found most others were in the same boat as themselves.
My life during the span covered by this narrative was hand to mouth. My dad worked from before dawn to after dark. Mother
managed the four children, the household budget (such that it was) and kept us fairly healthy by using home remedies passed
down for generations.
Still, I have fond memories of tending my trees, finding treasures, using the fine old WPA privy, going after a Guinness record
eating huge Dunkin grapefruit, digging secret underground hideouts, going to the free shows every Tuesday night, working as a
shoeshine boy, and many more adventures. But there are some memories I'd rather forget, but can't. There were the hard days I
spent crawling around in snake infested grass groundhogging citrus, the death of the little red cow, suffering a guilty
conscience from swiping garden seed from the local Five-and-Dime store and helping care for my dad encased in a
plaster-of-paris cast from his chest to his toes.
You will enjoy reminiscing when you read this book or I will return your purchase price.
You can buy "The Old Yellow House Anthology" directly from me (emercer2@tampabay.rr.com), at Haydn-James Gift Shoppe in
Auburndale, or on the Internet. You will find that the $13.95 is well spent for a few hours of nostalgia and entertainment.
pickup a copy from Haydn-James Gifts, Auburndale, FL