|FULLER SCHOOL circa 1950's|
It began five years ago, the need to assure that the School Street Village story was not lost. It
began with an old photograph of our beloved Fuller School above. It started as a memorial for all those classmates and dear ones lost over the years. It was dedicated to a dear friend since my early childhood who can no longer remember. It's purpose was to remember for her. It ended up being much more than that.
It went on to gather, to present the stories of our people bit by bit and some of the history they lived through. It went back and back. It searched out stories of the Village that I knew and that others taught me like the incredible Arlene Gouveia. I cherished and presented like jewels each story for others to recall and savor all over again. I wrote each word with all the love that grew in me for that place that was my childhood home.
Dredging up my memories, you see me at the age of five below, the the tapestry began to take place. Soon others joined in and the story grew with photographs so precious they took my breath away.
|Me at age 5 years|
I have loved each moment of writing and researching this blog over the years. I hope that it encourages others to try to gather their own basket of memories and reach out to others to put it all together. So many readers have visited this blog and I imagine that it rings many bells of their own growing up. Those of us that lived through those times are richer because of it. I know others will continue to read it, to goggle some word or title that brings them here. They are most welcome.
I walk the bygone streets of my School Street Village
and greet those who walked with me, who
laughed and cried with me. I greet them with
a song of thanksgiving for all we had together.
I have tried to be the friend who remembered