[envira-gallery id="11447"] By Bruce Mastracchio Before I start this next story in my Mems and Rems ( Memories and Reminiscences) series, I want to take a few lines to salute my cousin, Freddy Mastracchio, who passed away in a death none of us want to go through....
By Bruce Mastracchio This story is for Father's Day. To all fathers out there, and, especially to the men who have been like a father to me. I lost my father on June 23, 1955. It is a day that will be forever etched in my memory. The void it left will never be filled,...
By Bruce Mastracchio Everyone can remember going to the movies as a kid. For us growing up, here in East Greenwich, in the '40s and '50s, it was a particularly unique experience. Such a small town, we had two movie theaters, and later a drive-in, all inside 16 square...
By Bruce Mastracchio ... May. It's a month I can't even begin to think of without thinking about Memorial Day. The pathways of my mind conjure up colors of red, white and blue. I decorate my house and yard with flags and banners, and troop down to Main Street to watch...
By Bruce R. Mastracchio And now the story, dedicated to all my boyhood chums, and especially those who braved a cold winter day to take their first dip of the year in Bleachery Pond. MARCH! It's a cold month. A raw month. A "brrr" month. It comes in like a lion and,...
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