The house itself was little changed (a 2nd story added to the sun porch top right), but the lot itself had been subdivided and where this lovely house had stood by itself it was now rather hemmed in by three other houses. Sigh... Wondering if my brother Ken remembers this home?
Then a block away to my elementary school (Adams) which is now not a public school but a Waldorf school.
I have very few memories of this school apart from one traumatic one where I had thrown a snowball and broke my teacher's taillight on her parked car. I was in emotional agony all day. The following day the teacher asked the class if anyone had broken her taillight and I had to fess up.
This is a picture of the back of the school, and you can see to the right past the playground a pond (mainly covered with algae). Each winter that pond would freeze and it would become our venue for skating.
We then drove to Westwood, Mass where one of Karen's college friends lives. Fox Hills is a lovely retirement community and Karen's friend from her Vassar days, Karen Metcalf, had arranged for us to stay in a guest room. We had a very nice visit and dinner with Karen.
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[Karen] We had a lovely visit with Karen Metcalf and if Kalon had 'forgotten' to pick me up after his appointment in Wellesley to have the car serviced I probably could have become quite accustomed to the luxury of Fox Hills... a beautifully run retirement center. Karen M. surmised that was because it is run by a board of residents. We were able to convince Karen to accompany us to a small French restaurant in town of which she had heard good reports so I got as gussied up as I could. Karen M. is a loyal Episcopalian and she showed us some of her projects for the boys choir of a Church of England church in England... a beautiful wooden music stand given in honor of her mother to replace a plain metal one. She also showed us a beautifully designed choir director's robe which she had designed herself in blues with many symbols of her own history of faith which she had created for the church (I believe, on Riverside Drive in New York) where she had been a member for years. Karen is also an opera afficianado. I remember both Karen and another friend from Vassar days, Anne Luning listening to the operas broadcast from New York City Opera House on Saturday mornings when I was a sophormore at Vassar. (I probably was sleeping in or reading or maybe doing my job as a Vassar guide, leading prospective students and parents around the grounds. One of my memorable moments as a guide was at the moment of pointing out the woman gardening in front of the President's house, as "President Blanding" and having President Blanding doing an 'upsy daisy' just as I was pointing her out - very impressive!))
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