Tag Archives: Boston

IN THE GARDEN OF THE SENIOR RESIDENCE

  Jean tells how she’d go to pubs and meet American soldiers—she’d sing the latest songs— White Cliffs of Dover, Berkeley Square— teenager in London in the war years, time of privation, of jokes in the bomb shelter. She tells us in the fading light, surrounded by wings of the building. . Every night, after […]

GROWING UP ANYWAY

  I’ve never been able to say anything good about the city where I grew up. If you look up Wikipedia’s list of Notable People from there, you won’t find anyone you ever heard of. Next to the oil refinery and the chemical plant, there were huge bright yellow piles of sulfur in the open […]

The Gardners Get Culture

Since we lived in a grimy industrial suburb just outside Boston, we sometimes ventured into the city for cultural uplift. A couple of times we went to the Gardner Museum, founded by the eccentric and rich Isabella Stewart Gardner—no relation of ours, unless the family of her husband, John Lowell Gardner, came from the Jews […]

GIRDLES FOR THE MEN OF BOSTON

(Since I started this blog, the following has been the most popular entry. Nearly every day, one of more viewers will read it–people from all over the world–Sweden, Brazil, Italy, and of course England. (It describes an innocent childhood memory, but if you enter “Boston men in girdles” on Google, you’ll find a link to this piece […]

SMOKING A PIPE

When I was 16, I told my father I wanted to try smoking a pipe. So he brought me to the local drug store, where he bought one of their inexpensive pipes, a pouch of cheap tobacco, and a package of pipe cleaners. On the sidewalk outside the store, he showed me how to pack […]

LITERARY LIMERICKS

Some years ago I entered a literary-limericks competition 1. I assumed I was a winner, since they were all published, but I never got any money 2. Robert Frost was a slave to the should ‘s. When his wife sent him out for some goods, He wanted adventure But, fearing her censure, Went home and wrote “Stopping […]

WORLD WAR II STORY

This is from the Story Slam of the 2015 Woodstock Writers Festival. I read the story of a woman who’d been a teenager in London during the Blitz. Her story–and my telling of it–may remind you of the film HOPE AND GLORY, but that’s purely coincidental. The story is 100% true. https://www.youtube.com/watch?t=66&v=sQ2zRgbLDCs