by Robert S. McCarthy I figured Adams Street and the South End were just fond memories. I was mistaken. Adams Street in the primarily Italian South End runs northeast three city blocks from Main Street to Ashmun Street. Joe Morello, later the drummer for The Dave Brubeck Quarter, was raised there, but I remember itContinue reading “Adams Street, Springfield, MA”
Category Archives: Creative Nonfiction
Climbing Mount Monadnock
by Leslie Vogel I took a day off today, and a bright and beautiful day it was, too. I went to hike up the mountain, solo; although you couldn’t really call it solo because Mount Monadnock truly lives up to its reputation as one of the most climbed mountains in the world, especially on aContinue reading “Climbing Mount Monadnock”
They, Me & the Sea
by Berith Arragh Hogan Since first the ticks of time recorded me in attendance I have made a yearly pilgrimage to Cape Ann on Massachusetts’s rocky North Shore – on some lucky, and some sad, occasions the trip has exceeded the yearly dictate. Funerals, weddings, Thanksgivings, spring breaks, and deathbeds dot the calendar in between.Continue reading “They, Me & the Sea”
Gertrude’s Gifts
by Jennifer E. Tirrell Aunt Gertrude was my father’s eldest sister. She came to visit us from time-to-time, but she never stayed long. Uncle Nate was kind, but anti-social, and waited in the car while my Aunt came in for her visit. Aunt Gertrude was very plain, with short white hair, brown eyes and aContinue reading “Gertrude’s Gifts”
Agatha
by Jesseca P. Timmons One September, in the 1970s, my parents went away for a whole week, and old friends came to stay with my twin sister and me. Back then, my parents were deep into their homesteading phase. Our friends David and Sally Synder, with their two boys, had most recently been living inContinue reading “Agatha”
One Who Stands Alone
by Rodger Martin Forty-eight years ago this month, I was just returned from Vietnam, shoulders heavy with war and on my way from a home in the Pennsylvania Amish country to a new posting at Fort Devens, Massachusetts. I drove late into the night until the cold and fatigue caught me as I crossed theContinue reading “One Who Stands Alone”
The Golden Fungus Mystery
An essay by Carl Mabbs-Zeno
Foliage Tour
by J.C. Elkin The leaves look sick, chartreuse as Grandma’s tumblers. For three glorious days we have seen no autumn colors but safety-yellow as we drive through Pennsylvania, the Catskills, and western Vermont, our bags heavy with flannels we do not wear. The fields glow with the golden harvest, but there are no reds against theContinue reading “Foliage Tour”
New England Memories 