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WWII Memories #1
Norwich was a pretty typical New England rural town when I grew up. Although World War II was a huge event in our country and had many repercussions on everyone at home and abroad, I didn’t feel it as anything extraordinary. Certainly I didn’t notice any privations. I was, after all, only a year old…
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The House at the End of Cliff Street
I grew up in the house at the end of Cliff Street in Norwich. It wasn’t meant to be a house when it was first built – that is, in 1931, my parents and a carpenter built a garage that my folks planned to “camp out” in for a few years. Then, they thought, they…
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Skiing in The Ford Sayre Program in the 1940’s
The new snow last week got us out on skis again just as we had thought that the cross country ski season was over. At the very same time, going through old family albums, I came across some early days of skiing in Norwich and the Ford Sayre ski carnivals. Norwich was one of the…
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My First Best Friend: Kit
I visited my first best friend, Kit Barrett Tillinghast, in Burlington, Vermont, yesterday in a nursing home. She’s there because she has hydrocephalus – or as she says, water on the brain. It causes instability in walking, dementia, and other side effects. She is quite upbeat and open about her situation which is that she…
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Welcome to my new Blog: >75
On my 75th birthday, I started this blog in my head. That was a year and some months ago. My goal then was to record short memories of growing up in Norwich, Vermont, and of my journey from that time to now, more than three quarters of a century later. I also wanted to record my…