tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-443336523425451069.post6285654883895352633..comments2023-10-07T11:53:41.882-04:00Comments on R. Jacob Post: Remembering the street vendors from my youthraydenzel1http://www.blogger.com/profile/16212342091537737561noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-443336523425451069.post-43615459071527198972013-02-03T07:24:13.444-05:002013-02-03T07:24:13.444-05:00Joanne
Nowadays that donkey cart has been replace...Joanne<br /><br />Nowadays that donkey cart has been replaced by old pick up trucks scrounging for scrap for the junkyards. Amazing isn't it how doing something can trigger a memory or an event.raydenzel1https://www.blogger.com/profile/16212342091537737561noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-443336523425451069.post-4119453335458402292013-02-02T10:27:32.982-05:002013-02-02T10:27:32.982-05:00And the man with a donkey cart with extra high sid...And the man with a donkey cart with extra high sides. He cleared away the junk that husbands accumulated and wives hated. I only recently realized that. The scrap man took old tires, metal, stuff we couldn't consign to the burn barrel.Joanne Noragonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09834682329952369721noreply@blogger.com