tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8476955.post1929468903331042104..comments2024-03-27T16:29:33.089+02:00Comments on A Jewish Grandmother : When "Red" Brings Wonderful MemoriesBatyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09402874037427009327noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8476955.post-6535025940668028162016-05-14T21:50:28.920+03:002016-05-14T21:50:28.920+03:00Is that what it was called? I just couldn't re...Is that what it was called? I just couldn't remember the name. Such an innocent time, with all that underwear in full view, though empty of bodies....Batyahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09402874037427009327noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8476955.post-63929421144794196032016-05-14T21:21:56.504+03:002016-05-14T21:21:56.504+03:00I remember the "dry-yard" behind our Bel...I remember the "dry-yard" behind our Bell Park apartment. As I young boy I was amazed that I could look out the window and see woman underwear hanging in plan view. We had the clothes-pin-bag in the closet, next to the hamper... Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com