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…
As an intern at Entertainment Tonight in the summer of 1986, I had the thrill of walking on the Paramount Studio lot every day. If you read my previous post about going out for this internship, I did, indeed get it. So as I told my mother, I would be back home in 3 months….
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…
Dad still took us places. We didn’t do things as a complete family anymore, but me being the youngest I didn’t have any frame of reference about that because I was too little to ever remember us doing things with both my mother and father. About 1973. Rocking a fabulous pantsuit and posing in front of…
Grandad is his red chair in his den. Early 1970’s. When my grandmother, Buba, died just a few months before I was married in 1988, my mother let us know that my Aunt and cousins were working on getting her house on Lewis Road in Swampscott, Massachusetts ready to be sold and that if…