Several years ago I had the good fortune to discover an old, cardboard shoebox tucked away rather discretely into a corner of the top shelf in my father’s clothes closet. I had been looking for something else, I can’t remember what, when I came upon the very old, but very full shoebox. I suppose,...
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The Rocking Chair’s Journey
As the reds and yellows of fall begin to replace another summer, I am reminded of a piece which appeared in the Charlestown Patriot during the summer of 1983. The story was influenced by the feelings that I hold for a small New Hampshire cottage that became part of my family’s life some forty...