Those were good days in Portland. I lived at 3127 Portland, right across the street from where the buses turned around. My home is no longer there. It was torn down and a gas station sits where it used to be. At one time my grandparents dug up the back yard to find two underground rooms there with lots of things that had been thrown in there. I guess the rooms are still underground. We were told that at one time they were part of the underground railroad and that they connected to tunnels that went to the river. I remember the Donaldson man, the vegetable man and also there was a man that used to come around and he would holler "rag man". We all remember when...... and they were good. Beverly

I remember the Donaldson man. We called him the "bread man". He had the best goodies. If and when we could beg and plead with our mom to get something besides bread, I liked the fruit "pizza" the best. It was round like a pizza and had all sorts of fruit on top. Yum! Also the "milk man". I don't remember which dairy delivered ours. But I do remember that one could run a "tab". If my parents had no money at the time we could always get milk, and pay when money was available. Some of the small mom and pop groceries did that also. Try that at one of your chain stores today. Dorothy BRiedley@aol.com wrote: Those were good days in Portland. I lived at 3127 Portland, right across the street from where the buses turned around. My home is no longer there. It was torn down and a gas station sits where it used to be. At one time my grandparents dug up the back yard to find two underground rooms there with lots of things that had been thrown in there. I guess the rooms are still underground. We were told that at one time they were part of the underground railroad and that they connected to tunnels that went to the river. I remember the Donaldson man, the vegetable man and also there was a man that used to come around and he would holler "rag man". We all remember when...... and they were good. Beverly ------------------------------- To unsubscribe from the list, please send an email to KYJEFFER-request@rootsweb.com with the word 'unsubscribe' without the quotes in the subject and the body of the message

Wasn't 3127 Portland where Morris (?) Roberts lived???? We lived upstairs there about 1943-44. I was about 4 or 5 years old then. We were living there when they dug those underground rooms out. Mr. Roberts and my dad lifted me down the ladder into that room. I remember that same underground railroad story. There were 2 Roberts daughters (can't remember their names) and a Roberts son (Buster???). I have a photo of all of us that my dad made. The older Roberts daughter was squirting the rest of us with a water hose. I also remember the day the iron fence out front was cut down by Mr. Roberts and donated to a metal drive for the war effort. Whose daughter are you???? Walker K. McCulloch BRiedley@aol.com wrote: Those were good days in Portland. I lived at 3127 Portland, right across the street from where the buses turned around. My home is no longer there. It was torn down and a gas station sits where it used to be. At one time my grandparents dug up the back yard to find two underground rooms there with lots of things that had been thrown in there. I guess the rooms are still underground. We were told that at one time they were part of the underground railroad and that they connected to tunnels that went to the river. I remember the Donaldson man, the vegetable man and also there was a man that used to come around and he would holler "rag man". We all remember when...... and they were good. Beverly ------------------------------- To unsubscribe from the list, please send an email to KYJEFFER-request@rootsweb.com with the word 'unsubscribe' without the quotes in the subject and the body of the message --------------------------------- Get your email and more, right on the new Yahoo.com