I’m nearly 75 years old now, so memories of 1957 are mostly long gone and hard to find. Christine White’s recent column in The Republican about her friend Sue and the “doughnut shop” jogged a few.

In 1957 I was six years old and in the first grade at Granger Elementary in Feeding Hills. It was around that time I began to understand I was born into a Red Sox family. It was also the year my dad bought a brand new silver and red ’57 Pontiac “Chieftain” which remained in the family for so long I inherited it as a teenager when the pavement began to show below the floorboards.

And in 1957 or around that time I took a ride with my bachelor Uncle Malcolm (think John Candy and “Uncle Buck”) for my first visit to the Donut Dip.

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