Italian teens peddle their wares for coins on the Boston streets near Quincy Market and Feneuil Hall, which opened in 1743. 1743? You Northeasterners will be much more familiar with structures that old, but for a Texan, 1743 meant my state was still Mexico. How interesting it would be to imagine your great-great-great grandparents walking the same Boston streets centuries before you, keeping the city fed during the Depression, and feeling pride in work.
Below, we see plump green cucumbers being sold by pushcart vendor Signor Passanisil, as the Customhouse Tower rises in the background.
I Don't Get It 
I would think that English could be a tough language to learn. Produce. Verb and noun yet just one spelling. Or am I missing something obvious?
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So many inconsistencies. It would be hard.
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Anything with “ough”: tough, cough, bough, dough, rough, through, though, etc etc.
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That hurts my head, but so do all those Hawaiian words with all the syllables.😜
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But only 14 letters in their alphabet.
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This made me think of that old, old song, “Yes, We Have No Bananas.”
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I thought of that yesterday when I saw a high pile of bananas! I almost posted that LOL.
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History sure is something all over our country, Kerbey, especially now!
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Reblogged this on By the Mighty Mumford and commented:
LONG YEARS,,,PRODUCING GENERATIONS!
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My childhood pet was a little mutt we inherited from another family who had already named him. We didn’t have the heart to change his name so it stuck, “Pepino”which is Spanish for cucumber. Funny name for a super sweet dog. He was the best little friend. ❤️
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Oh, that’s cute! Our dog is named Tonto, because he is really really dumb.
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🤣❤️😂
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