Feature stories

Every Thanksgiving, my family traveled from northern Maine to Milton, Massachusetts, where my father’s mother and sister lived. It was a seven-hour drive from Millinocket, a very long seven hours if you were one of three kids in the back of a 1958 Chevrolet Bel Air. I...

Older folks such as myself find themselves looking back in time, over many years full of events, personal and historical milestones, and all sorts of memories from “those days.” For me, such reflections started in 1948/49, when my parents and I would return for a few...

I am about to start teaching children in elementary school for the first time in 30 years. I have been teaching piano and harpsichord between then and now, but only to college students and adults. I was an adjunct professor of both instruments at Connecticut College...

When I was growing up in Millinocket, Maine, I thought the reason the town was nicknamed the Magic City was because it was famous for its basketball team. In the sixties, the local high school team, the Stearns High Minutemen, became the New England champions, and for...

Politics, and an interest in what was happening in the rest of the world, have been a part of my life for a long time. In my Cleveland, Ohio, elementary school, we had air raid drills, in case of “the bomb.” We sat under our desks, covering our heads, or we filed down...