Fannie Potter abt 1884 It’s nice to know we’ve come a long way in my mother’s family and we have developed into caring, loving people. Our ancestor, Fannie Potter Willett, had none of those qualities, unfortunately. By all accounts, Fannie was a spoiled, self centered woman with a keen sense of entitlement. Her looks matched…
My mother hated the name Martha Lee. And she lived her life avoiding it whenever she could. I remember my grandmother sometimes calling her M.L. She felt that was much better than the grating “Maaatha Lee” they would address her with in their thick Boston accents. As an adult she would be known as…
When we would go to Buba’s house at 34 Lewis Road in Swampscott, there wasn’t a heck of a lot for a little girl to do around all these grown-ups. Sometimes my siblings were with me but, surprisingly, I don’t have a lot of memories of being there with them. I would bring my Barbies…
Growing up as a child I was never overly interested in sports. My brothers and Dad were more aviation geeks than sport followers. My Dad did like baseball, though, and he would follow the Red Sox. He took me to a game at Fenway when I was a teenager. I remember Carl Yazstremski and Carlton…
Being the youngest has benefits, trust me. I was slightly coddled and spoiled and fussed over to a point. But it has its drawbacks. Like being blamed for every naughty thing that goes on and being teased by your older siblings. In my case, my siblings were quite a bit older than me. The year…
My time in elementary school was one of the very most happiest days of my life. I attended John F. Kennedy school on Park Avenue in Windsor for grades K-6. We lived on Diana Lane and I was a “walker.” My earliest memories of Kennedy was walking with my mother up Diana Lane and meeting…