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It was 1965, I was 11 or 12. I had 2 older brothers who had saved a lot of money delivering papers and I wanted a piece ...

I went to a wonderful college in upstate New York. It was the sister school to a very prestigious men’s liberal arts c...

I was a big fan of Winter Study at Kirkland. I transferred to Kirkland after my freshman year so I was not able to enjoy...

  The whole world seemed to change after WWII. Most of us drew a sizable sigh of relief. In my family my 2 brothers cam...

Another Kind of July 4th Back in 1976 my husband and I were lucky enough to be able to go on a trip to Scandinavia. We f...

Back when I was a teen-ager an elderly bachelor cousin invited me to attend the opera with him one afternoon. As we were...

December was always a happy month for me. As a child it meant Christmas of course, with all that led up to it, and then ...

December brings myriad memories; trees and toys; scents and stockings; pretty clothes and parties; churches and carols; ...

You’d never know it today, but I was born with tight curly hair, and it stayed with me for many years. I rarely set it...

I love November. Many people don’t. If you live in New England, as I do, it can be cold and raw and a bit bleak, but t...

About school – well actually I sort of like it. Not tests and homework and so on, but I was always ready to go back. A...

In the Spring of 1942, I was finishing up my 3rd year of college. Pearl Harbor had taken place; the country was at war; ...