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My husband is from Charlestown (a part of Boston - it's where the Bunker Hill Monument is). Until their deaths, his parents still lived in the same house he grew up in. In 1997, my husband and I were living in Chile. I was pregnant (about 5 months at the time) with our first child. I came up to the States for a month tho see my in-laws (Boston), my grandmother (San Diego) and my mom (Houston).
My FIL took me baby clothes shopping in Boston one day. This was a discount place where nothing was more than $10, but they had some very nice things. I picked out quite a bit, mostly things at the $10 price level. We went to check out and the clerk said, "You didn't get any bahhhhgans." I could not for the life of me understand what she was trying to say. My FIL, who had an accent as thick as anything, had to "translate" for me - he spelled the word - b-a-r-g-a-i-n-s. I said, "Ohhhhhhhh, barrrrrrgains!"
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