Where I'd Live
Posted: Saturday, September 17, 2011
by Patricia Barbee
http://www.patriciabarbee.com
Boston, Massachusetts!
Oh, to be home again. The City has four seasons. Pick your favorite tree in the City and watch it as the seasons change and as it grows. Awesome.
A disc jockey who "spun the platters" tag line was the "Hub of the Nation". Yes, Boston did start a nation. Sure the Pilgrims landed at what became known as Plimouth Rock.
Don't forget descendants of the First Persons that the English found are still alive in the New England area.
Yes, I spelled it the way it was spelled. Noah Webster of Connecticut standardized the American spellings.
Growing up in the Boston, I know I got the best education. The teachers cared and let us in the always all girls' schools know we could do anything we wanted. All it took was education. Education did not always mean a book. There were times when it was a hand's on education. At ten, I was the youngest at a center to learn to etch glass.
To be in class, the student had to be in the sixth grade. Yes, I'd finished the sixth grade. Someplace in my stacks are the first pieces I etched. My initials were put on glasses. Having married, they did not fit.
The history of Boston from Crispus Attucks the first to die in the Revolutionary War to Robert Gould Shaw of the movie "Glory" fame were every day names in my childhood.
Lewis Latimore, perfected the filament for the electric bulb and made Thomas Edison famous.
Frederick Douglas was a part of Boston's history and friend to William Monroe Trotter who owned the Boston Guardian newspaper. They had parts in the freedom of People of Color and demanding equal rights for all.
I was a little girl and Miss Trotter, sister of William tolerated an inquisitive kid. She was cute and adorable, about my size, tiny. I knew I was special when I dropped in for a visit for a few minutes and she'd ask me how I was doing and about my school classes and activities. I never stayed long.
Boston with Symphony Hall and the Museum of Fine Arts on the same Avenue is awesome. The world's most famous entertainers would come to Boston to Sympathy Hall, the theatres; the arena venues; or night clubs. We teens dressed like adults saw about every famous act that came to town. We'd also see the shows before they hit Broadway in New York City.
While in high school the Museum had special classes for high school students. I was fortunate to be one of twenty-eight selected to attend and I completed that part of my education before I graduated from high school.
Mom did not care where I was as long as I was in class someplace.
Every day, Mom's demand for education pays off.
Thanks to my forever school "sisters", I had plenty of fun, too. I'm thankful there were no cell phones or GPS systems for our parents to use on us.
Boston has a world class transportation system. No cars are needed except for weddings, funerals and those you have had too much to drink. Taxis were very reasonable when I lived at home.
As children we walked pass the house where Khalil Gibran lived. As adults his
works mean more to us now. My Darling husband quoted Gibran to me many times. I knew he was not quoting original pieces and I could not bring my memory back to Khalil. I'll forever be sorry, I never took Darling to that house so he could touch the outside wall and at least tell his story of touching the building Gibran once lived.
Boston being a port city, one can go almost anyplace. With the now famous and not by choice Logan Airport, I took many a trip. Then, there was no security as it is now.
Boston has world class colleges, universities and hospital systems for teaching and work.
If it can't be found in Boston, it has not been invented or one does not need it!
Why did I leave? I married the most interesting and fabulous Marine to ever take a breath. He was not leaving me in my home town to continue my "over the top" happy life.
We were the happiest kids in a sandbox wherever we were. Death took him from me. So I continue the way The Great Spirit has dictated. At times I find new moccasins to continue this journey of life. The last "new moccasins" I found at a fork in the road. I have taken the correct path.
As the days of our lives have passed so quickly at times, I'll never return to live in Boston. I've settled in a place of beauty and comfort. I'm near the North-South Interstate that I've nicknamed the Nile River. I've begun to "sail".
Patricia Barbee © 2011
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Top-level comments on this article: (1 total)I've never been to Boston but intend to visit one day. Your marine sounds like a wonderful man, I'm sorry you lost him. But I'm glad you have begun to sail. Thanks for sharing this with us.Brianna, thanks for you kind words. He was a Darling. Go to Boston for at least five days and have a grand time. It is so cosmopolitan, you can "eat yourself around the world". I don't know any other city that has two Presidents buried in the center of town. John Adams and John Quincy Adams are buried across the street from the Common in the church yard. In my life, the fence has always been in need of repair. If it still is, you are able to just walk a few meters and be at their "resting places".
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