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Charlie B. Monell
| | Posted on Monday, June 12, 2006 - 1:29 pm: | |
My Grandmother would take my sister ,brother and I to the Automat in Upper Darby, Penna,during the Second World War, since our mom was working as a welder in one of the General Electric Plants.
I always took the bake beans in a little pot, fish cakes and mash potatoes.
The coffe out of the spout was the greatest.
What ashame that Past ,present and future generations of children didn't get the thrill of putting your change in the slots. |
Bernice Anderson Ham
| | Posted on Monday, August 22, 2005 - 9:12 am: | |
As I sat writing about my life as a child, the Automat came to mind. My Father was working on his PhD at Columbia University in the mid 50's. We were living in Harlem at the time with my Mother's aunt. When Aunt Florence did not cook dinner, we all went to the Automat. I can't remember exactly where it was in relation to Harlem, downtown I suppose but it was only a short walk or bus ride away. I always marveled at the idea of a machine with no apparent human touch, or at least to a 4 year old, could produce the most delicious lemon meringue in all of New York City! WOW!! |
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