Mary Wells’s First New York Experience

We didn’t have milkmen. We didn’t have mailmen or paperboys either. I lived in a very small town that seems now like a dream. There were no immigrants, no black people, no rich or sadly poor people. We went to a little grocery store for milk. My father brought magazines home from work and they seemed very exotic. The first time I saw New York I almost had a heart attack.

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