Sunday in White City.  Helen Beal and Hermina Cichanowicz (with cat) seated on car.  Fender, running
    board, left to right:  Americo Bracci, Stanley Winowski, Ada Bracci, Dino Bracci and Tony Cichanowicz.  
    The identity of the person in the car is uncertain but it may have been Serena Vitali.  The car probably
    belonged to Dante Bracci.

    Some time after I posted this page, I received the following from David Allegrezza: "I believe the
    gentleman sitting on the far right identified as Tony Cichanowicz is my father Aldo Allegrezza. Aldo
    has passed but his brother Nello confirmed it is him."

    We lived in "White City."  However, we sometimes referred to it as "The Hill."  We all seem to have   
    wonderful memories of our times there.    

    Even though we grew up during the depression years, we did not realize that we were poor.  Families  
    that lived on "The Hill" were employed by Draper Corporation.  The homes were owned by the
    corporation.  Each week a few dollars were subtracted from the men's salary for rent.  However, the
    upkeep was minimal.  Our homes were painted periodically (inside an out).  The company trained
    plumbers, carpenters and electricians, who took care of all the repairs.  They even supplied our light

    Our neighborhood consisted of many immigrant families-Polish, Russian, Canadian, English,
    French,  Italian, Irish and one Armenian family.  Our life style was different.  It seems as if we lived an
    all the homes.  

    Most families had gardens.  If a home did not have enough land for a garden, it was no problem.  
    There   were a lot of wooded areas around our hill.  A small plot of land was cleared and a garden was
    planted.  We had fresh vegetables all summer.  In the fall, families were busy canning and pickling
    foods for the   winter.      

    Christmas was special.  Lisa, a true gourmet Italian cook, could even make dandelions taste good.  
    She had a big black stove and at Christmas the top would be covered with chestnuts.  Another time,
    an English neighbor came to visit us with home made plum pudding and hard sauce.  She flamed it.  
    We were fascinated.  The French introduced pork pies.  When my mother made doughnuts, there
    were enough for all the children.     

    Can you visualize a world without cars?  I can only remember one car.  We walked and walked some
    more.  At times we rode on the bus or took a taxi.  In a way, it was great for us.  The streets were our
    playground.  Generally, we could stay out until 9 p.m.  We played tag, cops and robbers, etc.  In the
    winter,  we used the hilly roads for sledding.  Our family even had a pair of skis.  We took turns-we
    would ski down  the hills, dodging garbage cans, ducking under clotheslines and at times bumping
    into the bushes.

    When we were older, we were allowed to go ice-skating on Hopedale Pond.  It seemed that half of
    Hopedale was there.  At times the boys would form a line, skate fast and then "snap the whip."  The
    kids at   the end of the line would go flying.     

    Everyone on "The Hill" had to be home by 9 p.m.  We discovered short cuts through the cemetery or
    we  cut through the railroad tracks.  I recall one evening vividly.  We were just strolling along slowly.  
    Suddenly,  one of the girls yelled, "Look!"  We turned around and not far from us, we saw a silhouette
    of a tall man  clad in a cape and a top hat.  He was so visible in the moonlight.  Then he extended his
    arm.  We were  terrified.  We all ran fast!  One of the girls dropped her skates.  We retrieved them the
    following morning.  No one seemed to believe us.   Hermina (Cichanowicz) Marcus, December

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