My aunt Gert (Birdie) had Miss Vaughan's dress shop in Milton on Central Ave by the Mattapan border. We would visit from Wisconsin and I'd be consigned to the dress shop and general area for the afternoon while my folks went around. The ladies of Milton would come there for dresses. One repeatedly, who would try things on, look in the mirror and then exult: "I love it, Miss Vaughan!" which was a catch phrase always got a laugh at home. Often sent to the dress shop dark back room to make boxes. which I was terrible at even tho my cousin Mimi might try to teach me (everyone in my Boston family had easy to pronounce alternative names). Behind the store was a brook and cascade. George Bush the Older was born not far from here. Across the street was Hendrie's Ice Cream where we would always end up. It was an emporium of the the stuff. Visiting Christmas always meant vanilla ice cream santas (why's it got to be vanilla?!) covered with a thin outer santa clause icing from Hendries. All Frank Capraesh, at least in memory. Thanks to Anthony S of Lost Boston Page for this.
Saturday, April 09, 2022
Miss Vaughan's Dress Shop
My aunt Gert (Birdie) had Miss Vaughan's dress shop in Milton on Central Ave by the Mattapan border. We would visit from Wisconsin and I'd be consigned to the dress shop and general area for the afternoon while my folks went around. The ladies of Milton would come there for dresses. One repeatedly, who would try things on, look in the mirror and then exult: "I love it, Miss Vaughan!" which was a catch phrase always got a laugh at home. Often sent to the dress shop dark back room to make boxes. which I was terrible at even tho my cousin Mimi might try to teach me (everyone in my Boston family had easy to pronounce alternative names). Behind the store was a brook and cascade. George Bush the Older was born not far from here. Across the street was Hendrie's Ice Cream where we would always end up. It was an emporium of the the stuff. Visiting Christmas always meant vanilla ice cream santas (why's it got to be vanilla?!) covered with a thin outer santa clause icing from Hendries. All Frank Capraesh, at least in memory. Thanks to Anthony S of Lost Boston Page for this.
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