Sometimes I read something, like Anne's essay about shoes and people watching, and I wish I'd written it. Snippy and snide, Anne opens a door and through that door I see her love of ordinary people. Too bad everyone doesn't feel that way. By way of response, Anne, these are some of the things I hold close.
Here are the ten best things about growing up in Boston:
- The Red Sox transcended all gaps. Political, religious, generational. It seems that every Summer the SAWX brought it's fandom to the brink. But we were smart; we loved them, but didn't trust them at all. It's just like...
- Boston Irish Brothers who love one another but wouldn't wouldn't lend so much as a button, quarter, to a sibling. Money was a funny thing between us. We freely give, and share even our best...
- Winter Shorts, knee-length Madras short pants, worn without sox, feet covered in 6 inch Timberlands, topped by a grey hoody and a down vest, completed by a Red Sox baseball hat that had been run through the washing machine until shapeless. Dishwashers changed that, the top shelf being perfect for conditioning a cap. Don't forget an elastic, rubber band, securing beneath the brim...
- An empty Coke can. Coke was a generic term for any carbonated soft drink. Root beer, was a root beer coke and orangeade was an orange coke. Soft drinks were called tonic by really old people, who were addressed as...
- Mr. and Mrs. Always. All adults were Mr. or Mrs.
- Townies, real Bostonians are friendly to strangers when addressed by them first; the thought being that you'd naturally want to be left alone, not bothered by the locals. The locals of course don't want to be bothered by you either though a certain allowance is made for out of town adult.
- The smell of my grandmother, Nana's, house. She's passed, now; but man could she cook. She was cozy, just like her house. She had a spinning wheel that was several generations old, I love her. Some of her friends from high school outlived her, though Nana confided to some that many of these folks had "wandered". My mother is called...
- Mum, as most mothers in New England. New England...
- has four real seasons. The only crummy one is Spring, which is chilly, windy, and rainy. Winter and Fall are magnificent. Summer is hot until August nights, when you can smell fall on the air. The sky takes the color of lead as Fall breaks to...
- Winter. My Favorite season. As a child we skated on our pond, played pond hockey, lost thousands of pucks, shoveled driveways. And day or night, turned our chins into the first storm of the year. We'd face whence the wind came, Nor'East.
I wonder if my kids will ever feel this way about where we live now?
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