Sometimes, upon an older person’s extending his hand, in greeting, I inwardly hear Samuel Taylor Coleridge’s “Rime of the Ancient Mariner: “He holds him with his skinny hand/’There was a ship,’ quoth he./’Hold off! unhand me, grey-beard loon!’/Eftsoons his hand dropt he.” Little do these people know I associate such high drama with mere extension […]
Crompton ‘Free’ Library…Camp Ayoho…Vacation Bible School She’d been really sweet—the reader, that is. Telling me I ‘made her smile,’ with my accounts appearing here, each Saturday She said I stoked her own memories. We chatted back and forth on one of West Warwick’s Facebook pages where I post these articles and she mentioned the […]
“My cats came in covered in yellow,” one person stated. Another said her mother saw barrels of the Crayola-yellow stuff positioned against the fence that separated the neighborhood of Windsor Park from the Hoechst chemical facility. I posted a shorter version of this story to several Facebook pages dedicated to West Warwick, and I got […]
We got the news in the winter of 1960, that our family from West Warwick would represent Rhode Island in a national contest to be held in the spring. We were Rhode Island’s candidate for “All-American Family.” This was no small honor, for families all over Rhode Island competed to represent our state. It was […]