another world; another time
some 66 pieces, most of which have already been published in Adirondack newspapers during the 1980s, show the difference between growing up in the mid-1950s versus today.
City Girls (first published in The Adirondack Journal Sept. 1, 1988):
Like exotic fruits from the South Seas that wash up on our Pacific shores, the city people come into our lives after their schools let out in June. Like migrating birds, they flock to us with their accents, their amusement and arrogance at our woodchuck ways, our accents, and out ways.
I met Walt Brown and his little brother, Jimmy, while swimming at the Chestertown Mill Pond. We became fast friends that summer of 1953 and hung out together every summer for the rest of the decade.
Walt was a freckle-faced, red-haired Irish lad from Pelham Parkway in the Bronx, part of a large conservative Catholic family. Walt was ready to wrestle, play ball, or explore the surrounding woods at the drop of a hat.
I couldn't believe Walt came from the Bronx, which I knew only as crowds, noise, and antipathy. He seemed so much like me.
It was through Walt that I met his four girl cousins. Peggy Flynn was tall and lithesome, with coal-black hair, so dark that it turned reddish under the sunlight. She was my first dream girl, my first charge and tilt at the windmills of love.
--- page 28 Another World; Another Time
"There is something spiritual about a heavy, quiet snowfall. Noises are softer. The air seems soft and hushed.
"in a snowstorm, everyone becomes an Indian, quietly gliding through the streets and on the sidewalks. Cars run better, too (once they get started), and even the grinding sound of the automobile started in sub-freezing air is pleasant to the ears of a child."