tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-787750143375798683.post1575993529931389487..comments2024-03-08T05:37:48.935-05:00Comments on EverythingCroton: A CROTON EASTER SEASON 1973Editorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09217542873346619236noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-787750143375798683.post-56155079681738118042013-03-15T16:17:15.029-04:002013-03-15T16:17:15.029-04:00Thank you. When the digital copy is sent to the hi...Thank you. When the digital copy is sent to the hist. society, that will be so noted. Editorhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09217542873346619236noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-787750143375798683.post-88039389754765852892013-03-14T15:11:56.986-04:002013-03-14T15:11:56.986-04:00Wrong Mayor Loconto. That's John, not Jim. S...Wrong Mayor Loconto. That's John, not Jim. Shows how careful the caption checkers were then.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-787750143375798683.post-87449185423751335032013-03-14T10:58:15.969-04:002013-03-14T10:58:15.969-04:00Amen.Amen.peterhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12629732679057306299noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-787750143375798683.post-76171334020574942222013-03-14T08:34:20.014-04:002013-03-14T08:34:20.014-04:00From the days when the Easter Bunny was the Easter...From the days when the Easter Bunny was the Easter Bunny and not the spring bunny, when it was ok to have an easter egg roll on the lawn of the high school, and Christmas trees weren't "peace trees". Those times weren't perfect and there were things that needed reformation, but screwing around with the holidays, ANYONE's holiday, to satisfy the p.c. gang, wasn't one of them. I miss those days. LindaAnonymousnoreply@blogger.com