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Greene History Notes: A 1950s boyhood in Athens, part 1

Wed, 02/28/2018 - 05:28
There was an old lady on my paper route, Anna Greenstein, who lived alone in a house at the foot of our sleigh riding hill on North Warren Street. She knocked on our door one night and told my father I had been throwing snowballs at her house and had ...
Categories: News

Greene History Notes: A 1950s boyhood in Athens, part 1

Wed, 02/28/2018 - 05:28
There was an old lady on my paper route, Anna Greenstein, who lived alone in a house at the foot of our sleigh riding hill on North Warren Street. She knocked on our door one night and told my father I had been throwing snowballs at her house and had ...
Categories: News

Greene History Notes: A 1950s boyhood in Athens, part 1

Wed, 02/28/2018 - 05:28
There was an old lady on my paper route, Anna Greenstein, who lived alone in a house at the foot of our sleigh riding hill on North Warren Street. She knocked on our door one night and told my father I had been throwing snowballs at her house and had ...
Categories: News

Greene History Notes: A 1950s boyhood in Athens, part 1

Wed, 02/28/2018 - 05:28
There was an old lady on my paper route, Anna Greenstein, who lived alone in a house at the foot of our sleigh riding hill on North Warren Street. She knocked on our door one night and told my father I had been throwing snowballs at her house and had ...
Categories: News

Greene History Notes: A 1950s boyhood in Athens, part 1

Wed, 02/28/2018 - 05:28
There was an old lady on my paper route, Anna Greenstein, who lived alone in a house at the foot of our sleigh riding hill on North Warren Street. She knocked on our door one night and told my father I had been throwing snowballs at her house and had ...
Categories: News

Greene History Notes: A 1950s boyhood in Athens, part 1

Wed, 02/28/2018 - 05:28
There was an old lady on my paper route, Anna Greenstein, who lived alone in a house at the foot of our sleigh riding hill on North Warren Street. She knocked on our door one night and told my father I had been throwing snowballs at her house and had ...
Categories: News