“At the request of my grandson to make some “artistic impressions” of the family, I put pen to paper recalling experiences of my “good old days” with sketches and episodic writings. Soon enough I found myself with a stack of memories about penny candy, 17-cent-per-gallon gasoline, 10-cent Saturday movie matinees, window iceboxes and more. The result is this book.
A collection of snapshots of my life in a typical North Philadelphia neighborhood. Experiences shared by a generation of kids — many of them sons and daughters of immigrants — where the reality of The Great Depression was no match for the power of a child’s imagination.”