I too remember growing up in Jamestown. We lived on the southside on a hill overlooking downtown (although that fimily was English, not Swedish). Across the street was a boy who would talk me into working as a substitute on his paper route in the lower area of the city where my ancestors lived when they first came from England in the early 1800's. Later they moved to English Hill. In the 1950's, there were older first generation Sicilians living there. I remember the widows all wearing black and the old men sitting under their grape arbors. I recall that it all looked very foreign and strange to me.
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