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Tuesday, March 12, 2013
On Wednesday , we will celebrate the 100th anniversary of my dad's birth.
Dad was a very special person. In 1919, at age 6, he became an orphan because of the Spanish Flu pandemic. He grew up in the '20s and early '30s in North Carolina orphanages, which, from his descriptions, were more like work farms for children.
His formal education was very limited, but he was a very smart and well-read adult.
Anyone who worked in downtown Roanoke in the 1950s and '60s probably knew him. He and Mom owned and operated the lunch counter on the ground floor of the State and City Building on Campbell Avenue.
Dad never met a stranger, and he dished out greetings and "grief" equally to one and all, from lawyers and judges to tailors and elevator operators.
I hope there are a few who still live in Roanoke who, upon reading this, will smile from their own memories of "Joe" Boswell, a true Downtown Character.
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