Originally Posted by
barny
Well, I don't know about the authenticity of the stories, EXCEPT, I remember as a little girl a hobo sitting on our back porch more than once eating, because my Mother had fixed them a plate. We lived a block from the railroad and my Dad worked on the railroad. PS. This was in Indiana
When I was growing up in the 40's the hoboes who came around always went to the same houses. They went to a few houses in town but stayed away from the rest.