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Memories, pressed between the pages of my mind, Memories, sweetened thru the ages just like wine. Come here and remember,, the good times and the bad.
Memories, pressed between the pages of my mind, Memories, sweetened thru the ages just like wine. Come here and remember,, the good times and the bad.
i don't remember that but there was an ice plant close to our house where I grew up.
as kids we would go there and play.
I remember the guy having big tongs with which he would grasp the ice blocks and put them in car when it was sold etc.