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“For centuries men have kept an appointment with Christmas. Christmas means fellowship, feasting, giving and receiving, a time of good cheer, home.”

December 11, 2016

My tree is standing in the living room. It is fresh and a lovely dark green. When I shook it and banged it on the walkway, no needles dropped. The guy at Hart Farm, where I buy many of my flowers, pumpkins, and cider, told me it is one of the freshest of his trees. I believed him. When I ran my hand up the green on the branches, the green bounced back. This evening I’ll start decorating my beautiful tree.

The play, Mame, was wonderful yesterday. It was one of the best plays I’ve seen at the Stoneham Theater. The crowd loved it. There was laughing and lots of applause. The house was filled. Going to that theater always makes me a bit nostalgic. I spend so many Saturdays there watching the matinees when I was a kid. It is configured differently now, but when I look, I can still see the seats the way they were. The back rows were always couples making out. I used to gape at them when I was going to the bathroom. The balcony was usually empty because when it was filled it was like a war zone. Missiles of JuJu candy rained down on us from above. Al, the owner, would stand in the balcony to make sure nobody threw stuff. He wasn’t always successful. The stage is where the screen and a small stage used to be. The small stage was in the front of the screen. My mother said someone would stand on the stage when there were dishes or prizes given away. That was before my time.

Dinner was at Felicia’s, where the fish market used to be. I can’t help but remember the square of my time when I visit it now. As always the meal did not disappoint. We started with mussels in a thick red, hot sauce which was so good we had to get more Scali bread to sop it all. We both had Rustica Chicken which is linguini in an Alfredo type sauce with charred red peppers, and sausage. I topped off the meal with Sambuca coffee.

Yesterday was a wonderful start to the Christmas season. I saw a fantastic play, ate a great dinner and spent the whole day with my sister. When I drove her home, I got to see so many houses filled with lights shining in the night. I figure a ride to see the lights is coming. It is traditional!!

“Christmas is the keeping-place for memories of our innocence.”

December 20, 2015

Winter arrived yesterday. It was 35˚ last night, and I had to wear a jacket for the first time as the wind made it feel even colder. Today is also cold but not as cold as it was, but winter won’t staying long. The weird weather we’ve been having will be back by Christmas. It could reach 60˚ here.

The play was great fun. Christmas on the Air was about a radio station at Christmas in 1949. There was a bit of drama, a few laughs and some wonderful Christmas carols. Dinner afterwards, at Felicia’s, was delicious. We started with shrimp and then both had fettuccine Alfredo and I ordered a side of sausage. Frank Sinatra played in the background just as he should. The place was crowded, no empty tables. The festivities have begun.

My neighbor and his three boys delivered pumpkin bread this morning. They also have a baby girl born last July, but Tiffany found time to make bread for all the neighbors.

I find myself filled with feelings of nostalgia this year. Riding through the square of my old home town brought back a flood of memories. The store fronts mostly look the same, but the stores are different. I called out their names as I went by. Hank’s Bakery is now an extension of the restaurant next door to it. I don’t remember the name of the store the restaurant replaced as I never shopped there. It had fruits, vegetables and cold cuts. The Middlesex Drug is now a butcher shop. My sister said it is expensive. The Children’s Cornet is now an Indian restaurant. My sister and I ate them and it was good except for the green sauce which burned my mouth.

The square is all lit for Christmas. Each tree has white lights and the town green, a new spot to me, has a beautiful lit tree of colored bulbs and an ice skating rink not yet opened. The fire station had Santa on the old police station roof. He used to be on the siren tower.

So much in my old home town has changed but so much somehow stays the same.