Comments by ejgrinter
Posted on March 28 at 6:11 p.m. (Suggest removal)
In the spring of '57 I lived with my grandmother on Parkwood Blvd because my mother was ill. I don't know how they kept me out of school since I was 10 at the time. I would get up early and walk to McClellan and Eastern Ave and wait for the horse and wagon to pick me up. The driver was George Palmer and I loved to spend the day with him, helping with deliveries. He would send me back to the wagon to get items for customers. I loved to feed the horse and feed myself cream-filled cupcakes for lunch.
Posted on March 27 at 5:05 p.m. (Suggest removal)
My mother and her best friend, Becky, had a cup of coffee at our kitchen table every morning, without fail. Often "Dick" the Freihofer man joined them for his coffee break. While the three chatted about the weather, neighborhood news, whatever, I had a chance to pet his beautiful horse. I was sorry that it was never more than a few minutes, I never did get enough time with that lovely, serene animal. I know my husband has his own memories, will post them later.