One of the things I remember is the daily passing by of the Friehofer's horse drawn bakery wagon by our house. The aroma of the fresh baked bread and cakes was intoxicating. On our route there were two horses that alternated days. One was names Josephine and the other was Frank. Guess what my parents names were? It almost belongs in Ripleys! 
The Story of Freihofer's Bread Company
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ARE VILLAGERS OLD OR ARE THEY RECYCLED TEENAGERS
At my age rolling out of bed in the morning is easy.
Getting up off the floor is another story.
"SMILE... TOMORROW MAY BE EVEN WORSE!"
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