HOBO STORIES:  Frances Ohman of East Smethport writes, “I grew
up on South Kendall Avenue in Bradford. About every two or three
weeks, a hobo would stop at our family home for a handout. My
mother never refused. He would sit on our front porch swing, and I
would bring out a cup of coffee, bologna and cheese sandwich,
cookies and about 25 cents or more in change. He never spoke, but
only nodded his head.”

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