I was born in a little town, (about 1500 at the time) Cheshire Massachusetts. It was in the beautiful Berkshire Mountains.
We children had so many happy times growing up. We could romp through the woods, up one mountain and come out the other side – two or three miles from home. It was safe as long as my oldest brother (nine) and sister (eight) were with us younger ones.
We would go picking wild blueberries and blackberries, Mom would can many many quarts. They were so good the following winter.
Pop was a mailman in town and I think he had a little 1924 or 26 Ford, not many cars in town in those days.