Years ago, folks (including Marash Girl's family) would go for a ride, driving west along the old Boston Road (now Route 20). They would stop at springs along the way, springs along the roadside, to fill their gallon-sized jugs, jugs folks always carried with them in their cars, thermos jugs with spouts from which clear, cool spring water would flow hours later at the picnic grounds. There were no Howard Johnson's, no Macdonald's. Just a big picnic basket and a big thermos jug, and a car full of happy people, three generations of happy people.
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