In the box of letters that I “inherited”, there was one crucial piece of evidence that provided me with some information about where my Grandfather worked. It was a green piece of paper, called “Route List” Under the title, it explained “I will call for mail and telegrams at the following addresses on the dates …
On Friday, February 7th, I took a different kind of trip – not involving Sage, my car, but rather an airplane, to Richmond, Virginia, to visit by dear friend Nancy. I was excited to see her, and due to a small green piece of paper that I had found amongst my Grandfather’s letter, I knew …
1929 was a turning point in my Grandparents’ lives. It was the year they met. It was the year that they spent a lot of time apart. It was the year that they fell in love. But the curious thing is that in 1929, the largest financial crisis ever hit the United States. Yet, in …
Tobacco This was to be a different type of trip – it didn’t involve a letter and it didn’t involve a hotel. Rather, it was more based off a memory of my Mother’s – that she had visited a tobacco field with her Father when she was a little girl. She thought it was in …
June 6, 1929: I have worked quite hard today for I put in three large displays, one of those took me over three hours, the others a little over two, besides making a few calls on several customers. On a partially foggy mid-September morning, I set off to officially end my 1929 Journey. Finally, the …
“But as any good historian would do, I still have questions. First, the letterhead had it in New Bedford. Why wouldn’t it be Westport? Second, I would think with this type of view, my Grandfather would had written something about the scenery, but there was nothing about the scenery. So, while dipping my feet in …
As I stated in earlier blogs about this past weekend’s trips, this set of hotels was really difficult to find out much information. The one thing I had going for me for the three hotels in Providence and the one rooming house in Fall River, was I had their street address, which for the most …
Way back in the day, I went to college in North Dartmouth, Massachusetts, which basically sits between Fall River and New Bedford. We would drive past Fall River, either on Route 195, or Route 24. I don’t think I ever went into Fall River proper when I was in school right near there. Leaving Providence, …
Heading into this last leg of my incredible journey, it was extremely difficult to find out much information about the three hotels in Providence that my Grandfather stayed at during his travels in 1929. I did call the Providence Public Library’s reference desk, but unfortunately for me, they were undergoing renovation, and anything that might …
Leaving Wilmington Vermont at 2:37 p.m., my ride took me through sleepy hamlets and through beautiful valleys, with fields of corn swaying in the slight breeze. The mountains also continued to frame my ride and the rolling hills allowed me to see beautiful country vistas. The signs on Massachusetts Route 112 proclaimed that this road …
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