As a child, I remember hearing a man walking through the streets in the Highlands selling and singing the following: Strawberries, Blueberries, Cherries! In the suburbs, no less. Before the Farmers Markets ever thought to move out of the Market Street District. And of course, there was the Milkman, although that was a memory of mine from Lexington when I was around 4 or 5. I loved looking into the box outside to find the treasures, milk, butter, etc. that were deposited. It was magic!
Posted on: Fri, 08 Aug 2014 05:52:11 +0000
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