Autumn in the North Cemetery.

Sixty miles west of Boston, Massachusetts there is the small New England town of Sturbridge. Located at the junction of I-90 (The Mass Pike), and I-84 it has become known as the "Crossroads of New England". The town was first settled over 300 years ago, and like other small New England towns it has grown just enough over the years to be in a difficult place today. How do we embrace the future without forgetting how we got to our present? How do we attract the right kind of growth, and maintain who we are? And, what about our culture out here in Central Massachusetts?

These pages will cause one to think about how to protect what we have, our future direction, and how to move on in the very best way.

Those thoughts, and other ramblings, will hopefully inspire more thought, conversation, action, and occasionally a smile...

...seems to be working so far

Monday, November 22, 2010

November 1963

I can still see where I was forty seven years ago today as if it was a video on YouTube. I remember walking home after we were all dismissed from school, and seeing neighbors crying in their driveways, and out in front of their homes.  Dressed in housecoats, most with their hair in curlers, they were in the uniform of the times, but their sadness was timeless.  JFK was gone.  It was also one week, to the day, from when my mother died suddenly.

From Friday to Friday,  it was a very bad week.

As we heal, we grow, and learn from tragedy.  We experienced something that was devastating emotionally, and to not recover, and put the raw energy of sadness to work to better ourselves would be not only be a shame, but a waste.

As a nation, we went in directions we may not have gone if JFK had lived that day on November 22, 1963.  Some good, some could have been chosen better.  The same could be said happened to me as a result of my mothers death on November 15th.  Some life choices I would never have made, or even thought of if I had not experienced what I did.  Most good, some could have been chosen better.

November 1963 was one of those key times in my life that I chose to grow from.  I don't think I consciously chose to, but rather did so as a reaction to what I was feeling back then.

We are the some total of our life experiences, both the tragic, and the good .  How we choose to be affected by each one determines who we become,  and who we are.


  1. Thank you for sharing with us, Wally. God Bless You. We will keep your mother, your family, and JFK, too, in our prayers.


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