Therese Boucher I couldn’t have been more than five years old, when my uncle Joe worked in the factory down the street from our house in Northboro. He was the boss, with his own desk and a window on the front of the building. And he was awful good to me, so I would run away from home to see him. I knew just where his office was, so I would sit under his window, till he opened it. I knew he would give me a little striped bag of candy. And that candy was good! But when I got home, my mother would give me an awful licking! As told by Lillian DesRosier Howard. A photo of Lillie and Uncle Joe are also posted.
Oct 05, 2006 · posted to the surname Des Rosier