I'm arriving in my hometown tonight for festivities surrounding my nephew's graduation from college.Passages like the one he's going through this weekend always remind me of my own childhood. Thoughtful and a bit of a loner, I remember riding my bicycle around the neighborhood in the summer, all by . . .
Someone mentioned hot apple cider today and it instantly transported me back to my childhood in western New York state.Bundling up to step out into cold, crisp, blue sky days. The crackle of red, gold and brown leaves underfoot. Slipping off knit gloves to wrap my fingers around a mug of hot cider. . . .
Here's to the crazy ones. The misfits. The rebels. The troublemakers.The round pegs in the square holes.The ones who see things differently. They're not fond of rules. And they have no respect for the status quo. You can quote them, disagree with them, glorify or vilify them.About the only thing you . . .
The truth about living in the Snow Belt is that come winter, and winter is definitely a looong, dark season, it's cold, it's snowy and it's icy. Oh, and rarely that Currier and Ives or visit-to-Tahoe kind of snow. It's the kind of snow that gets old fast because it has to be shoveled or otherwise . . .
Yes, there's a giveaway buried in this post! A good one, too! "What foods these morsels be!" Love the box slogan that's been there forever. There are a few iconic things that belong only to Rochester. If you meet a Rochesterian, he or she will absolutely know what they are. Like Donuts . . .
The young daughters of doctors in my era didn't think of following in their father's footsteps. Instead, they usually wanted to become nurses, and so did I. An avid reader of the Cherry Ames, R.N. book series, I was a candystriper as a teenager and imagined myself as a nursing school graduate in a . . .
We soon outgrew the apartment on Lancraft Street and moved to Irondequoit, a suburb just a couple miles from it. It was full of first generation American families making that better life their parents had hoped for. Italians were the predominant ethnicity in our town, so even though it was a step . . .
The West side of Rochester, where M is from, is dominated by one thing: Eastman Kodak. At its height, Kodak directly employed 60,000 Rochesterians. In a city of only 350,000 that made it the top employer and the big cheese in town. Kodak was THE place to work, because of its "benefits and security," . . .
Italians in Rochester, NY were identified as either East-side or West-side. We were East-siders, which meant that our families settled somewhere around zip code 14609. That's where my father's office was and that's where the new home we moved into was. (M and his family were mostly, but not . . .
I've lived away for my entire adult life, so I don't know what it's like to live as a grown-up around immediate and extended family. In some ways it's made me the odd person out with my siblings, who both stayed. While I'm not sure my hometown could have held me, nostalgia remains for that simpler . . .