Bits of String

One afternoon about ten years ago when I was visiting my mother at her home in Connecticut, we decided to do a little “spring cleaning” in the kitchen. Mother sat at the table and sipped a cup of decaf while I explored. Memories poured from each cabinet and drawer. I...

Fall Part I

Labor Day during my growing up years in Connecticut meant a neighborhood picnic. Dads carried grills to the lawn beside the swimming pool and served up hot dogs and hamburgers. Moms organized a potluck and corralled their children who raced around in excitement. With...

Nostalgia

Last week, I spent time with my mother, helping her sort clothes, pictures and other items in her home of almost 60 years, the home where she raised her children and hosted her grandchildren, and now the home she is leaving. It is time for another young family to...

Goose Winters

Colorful foliage, Goose Winter and Indian Summer often characterize autumns in New England. The term “Indian Summer” is well known, but I was unable to find any information online about the derivation of the expression “Goose Winter”. When I asked, Mother said, “I...