This week I learned that instead of dragging The Six-Year-Old to the Arnold Arboretum to hunt for endangered species on Endangered Species day, I could have simply walked her into the front room and introduced her to our very old Everett piano.
As the oldest member of my particular household, I am always relieved when The Five-Year-Old’s my-agile-brain-cannot-comprehend-your-extreme-agedness comments are directed at Daddyo instead of me.
The Five-Year-Old, curiously: “Daddyo, what are earthquakes?”
“The shifting of the earth’s tectonic plates.” The Five-Year-Old, impatiently: “I know that, but what did people think they were in the olden days? Like when you were born.”
Did the ancient Egyptians really brush their teeth with sticks?
Last week we bid a tearful goodbye to most of the wonderful Dedham bunnies at the Farewell to the Rabbits Open House at the First Church in Dedham. We also read lots of fascinating news stories, including the one about the WWII carrier pigeon discovered in a Surrey chimney and the rubber chicken which became a NASA celebrity.
I continue to be fascinated by this Strawberry Festival poster, which I found in the archives room of my church a few months ago. As does The Five-Year-Old, who after hearing my explanation of why the soaring price of ice in 1890 could jeopardize an entire festival, asked, “How did they make old-timey ice cream, Mommyo?”
We say goodbye to the Dedham bunnies, the salt standard, and other news of the week.
I’m working flat out putting together a historical exhibit for the Congregational Church of Needham to display as part of Needham’s Walk Through History this weekend. As…
On a recent trip to Plymouth, The Five-Year-Old was unimpressed by Plymouth Rock. “Mommyo, is that the real Plymouth Rock? It looks real, but only realish.”
After learning that the Avery Oak tree had been turned into a gavel after a thunderstorm knocked it down in July 1973, The Five-Year-Old asked perplexedly:…
Weeks ago, when The Five-Year-Old began photographing the bunnies in the Dedham Public Art Project, she asked if we could tour the pottery factory that had inspired the project in the first place. She was very disappointed when I told her that Dedham Pottery had closed in 1943. “What happened to Dedham Pottery, Mommyo?”
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