Tag Archive: memories

Apr 20

Restaurants – week 16: 52 Weeks of Personal Genealogy & History

Our challenge this week is to discuss restaurants of our childhood. You know, that’s hard to do when your family very rarely went to a restaurant. When we lived in Loudon (until I was about 6 & 1/2) there were no restaurants around and excursions into the thriving city of Concord were few and far between. We moved west to Walpole about 1947. Again, the village did not have much to offer in the way of restaurants, even if my folks had been able to find the money to splurge. In a way we frequently ate when the weather was pleasant. Mom packed a terrific picnic! I remember items were packed in bowls or pyrex baking dishes and pitchers and then wrapped in layers and layers of newspapers to keep the food warm or cold depending on the need.

Excursions to the a dairy for ice-cream was a grand treat. When we were in Loudon, we drove to Laconia to Week’s Dairy Bar. Delightful home-made ice cream in many varieties. When we were in Walpole, the family would drive into Keene to McKenzie’s Dairy Bar. That was a unique experience because the dairy bar was attached to a special barn that had plate glass windows. In the early evening, we could have our ice cream and watch the cows being milked with special high tech equipment. What fun!

As an adult I always enjoy the Red Mill in Westminster and the Old Mill in Sudbury, Massachusetts. I’ve never found a wonderful spot in the Atlanta area—well, Baby Does, but that place closed over ten years ago.

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Apr 10

Sports – 52 Weeks of Personal Genealogy & History

I’m very happy to have championed the New York Yankees of the 1950s. I first began to cheer for the team because the rest of the family (including Nana Perkins)  were die hard Red Sox fans and were positively against the Yankees. What a boring thing it would be for everyone to agree! Of course I was always out-voted when it came to what game would be heard on the radio. But I was not daunted, I was probably the only female in our little village to subscribe to Sports Illustrated which frequently featured my Yankees—Mickey Mantel, Yogi Berra, Gil McDougald, and Phil Rizzuto, to name a few.

Around 1957 or so I clipped this article from the newspaper and carried it around with me until it nearly fell to pieces. At that time I transcribed it. Alas, it was before I learned how important it was to document my sources so I cannot provide a proper citation. I’m inclined to say that I cut it out of theConcord Daily Monitor when I was visiting my Grandmother in Loudon, New Hampshire. Anyone interested in reading the transcript can go to Musings by Linda: Anamnesis

As a high school graduation present, my Grandfather Woodward (a Boston Braves fan) awarded Peter and I with a trip to Fenway Park to see the Red Sox dual the Yankees. Dad went with us. Our seats were directly behind 3rd base (enemy territory for everyone but me) about three rows up from the Yankee dugout—I could almost reach out and touch Clete Boyer who played third base for the Yankees. What a day!

My next thrilling baseball experience was when my college beau took me into Yankee Stadium to see a game. Thank you, Dick, for that wonderful experience!

I continued to cheer  for “My” Yankees until my late husband’s company moved us to Georgia. The local newspapers rarely mentioned the northern teams of the American League, after all this was now the home of the Braves. Since I loved baseball, the natural thing to do in this circumstance was to “root, root, root for the home team,” but it was never the same.

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Apr 07

Spring – 52 Weeks of Personal Genealogy & History

Stinking Benjamin (Wake Robin)

Spring makes me think of Stinking Benjamin, skunk cabbage, and tadpoles.


Isn’t it strange that things we rebelled against as children, we often treasure as adults.

With the first sign of spring Mom would insist that we all set out to explore the meadows and woodlands for signs of wildflowers. As children, we’d moan and groan and were shamefully ungrateful for the wonderful lessons Mom taught us.

When I became an adult I treasured the stollen moments when I could wander out into nearby meadows, woodlands, and creek beds to look for the wonderful wildflowers poking their dainty leaves above the earth and later showing off their brilliant colors and delicate blossoms. I remember forcing my son to take some of those excursions with me when he was young – he hated every minute of it and every mountain trail I made him climb with me! Today (and for some time now, I’m pleased to say) some of our happiest moments together are exploring natures wonders as we hike in Oregon and Georgia.

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Mar 27


During week #13 of 52 Weeks of Personal Genealogy & History, the topic is “Sweets.” What, you ask, does a Steeple clock have to do with sweets?

When my twin brother and I were toddlers, we lived in an apartment across from Craigen’s Store in Loudon Village, New Hampshire. At the time Dad was away most of the time serving as a Marine during World War II. I know now that money was very tight for the family and as I look back, I can understand it better. I remember Mom washing clothes using a galvenized tub and a scrub board, but I digress.

Our parents tried their best to make Dad’s furloughs memorable. One of their favorite activities was to stage bubble contests using bubble gum (a nice sweet flavor). To our delight every one in the family participated. There was much laughter … that is until it was time to clean up and the kerosene was called into action. Mom would tie my hair away from my face in hopes that I wouldn’t get gum in my hair, but I generally managed to do so anyway.

Any left over gum was stored in the back of the steeple clock that was kept on a shelf behind the living room couch. I recall wanting a piece so very badly (even though I was not supposed to have it) that I set out to invade the storeage place. The clock came crashing down on my head and several parts broke off. Needless to say my Mom was most unhappy and I received the punishment I certainly diserved.

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Mar 01

Childhood Pets

Richard holding Gale with Tippy-Tip-Toes at their side

One of my dad’s maternal cousins in Pepperell, Massachusetts, raised Norwegian Elkhounds and gifted our family with Eric. Eric was a marvelous dog and our family loved him dearly… so did many of our neighbors. We lived in a small New Hampshire village about two long blocks from the village hub. Eric was very clever! Every morning (except Sunday – back then stores were never open on Sunday) Eric would trot down to the back entrance of Bemis’ IGA where Mr. Boulay, the butcher, would give him a bone. A neighbor, Mrs. Selkirk loved Eric so well that at least once a week she make him a very special stew. On many occasions, Mrs. Hubbard would call to see if Eric could spend the night because he looked so comfy and peaceful in front of the fire place. As I recall he was just a loving dog — no special tricks. When he passed at a fine old age, Mr. Selkirk asked if he couldn’t please be buried under her clothesline. My parents obliged with the consent of my brothers and I.

Its a wonder that our family had any cats or dogs. Mom disliked dogs and Dad despised cats. None-the-less we did have a couple of more dogs and one very special cat we called tippy-tip-toes. Tippy loved to play the piano when guests dropped by. Another of her favorite antics was to hide behind a piece of furniture and attack our little brother when he walked by.

Buster Beagle was an interesting dog given to the family by Pippy Baldisaro. Buster was grown when we got him. Dad, who liked to tinker with carpentry, made Buster a wonderful dog house complete with shingled roof and wood siding painted to match the siding of our home.  Buster didn’t realize that a dog house was to sleep in or to be used to escape the elements, he thought it was something to munch on. Buster caught distemper, at the time it was rather rare for a dog to survive the disease. A vet prescribed some medication and Buster was allowed to have his sick bed in the kitchen. We nursed him carefully and were well rewarded when Buster made a recovery. Mom discovered the great event when she went into the kitchen and found that Buster and chewed a large area of linoleum from around one of the registers. Buster survived distemper but did not survive the wrath of our mother – so-to-speak. Dad took Buster back to Mr. Baldisaro that very day.

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Feb 25

Radio and Television

Television time. What’s that? My family didn’t purchase one until after my twin and I had left home. There were probably two reasons why we didn’t have one: 1) our family was always struggling just to put food on the table and pay the mortgage and 2) Peter and I really didn’t want one. We loved to read and listen to great mysteries and comedies on the radios-Who remembers “Mr. & Mrs. Keene Tracers of Lost Persons,” “Jack Benny,” “Jack Armstong, the All American Boy,” etc.? Why would anyone want to shut off his imagination and watch the “boob tube.”  We really wanted our younger brother and sister to also enjoy the finer things in life by devouring books like we did. Our family also enjoyed playing games, I was sure that TV would ruin that wonderful family time.

When we graduated from high school and flew the nest (Pete went into the Army and I went off to Keene State), my Dad did buy a TV and cleaned out a portion of the basement to hold his “home theater.” When we came home to visit, we rarely went to the basement to watch the “tube,” instead, we read and played games just like we had before leaving home.

The first TV I owned was a couple of years after I married and you know, we didn’t watch it much at all unless it was in the evening. There were some great variety shows and some wonderful comedies that we did enjoy (the Carol Burnett Show and Laugh-In were two of my favorites) and it was cheaper than buying movie tickets.

My late Sir Charles loved to watch the morning, noontime, and evening news programs, but watched little else. Today my favorites are hockey, soccer, and baseball when I have time.  I also enjoy some of the cooking shows on the Food Network, and Masterpiece Theater on PBS.

Of course, I also enjoy “Who Do You Think You Are?”

Originally published in Anamnesis

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Feb 25

Family History: Personal Anecdotes

As family historians we often dwell in the past one hundred years and rarely write down the stories of more recent family memories. Genealogical bloggers are now challenged to do just that – write down those personal anecdotes. “52 Weeks of Personal Genealogy & History” is the “baby” of Amy Coffin of the We Tree blog. By providing a different challenge each week, Amy, plants a seed. This is week 6, so you can see I’m a bit behind the eight ball, but perhaps I’ll make my own opportunities to go back and use the first five weeks in future posts.

Thank you, Amy Coffin!

Originally published in Anamnesis

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