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

Sunday, January 2, 2011

Late December At Old Sturbridge Village

Mary and I walked the Village this past Friday.  The Village is a living, and breathing entity, and like us, reacts, and changes with the seasons.  Walking through the Village on peaceful morning is a prescription for a calm and gentle life. Great way to shed the stress of the week from your shoulders.

Enjoy.

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1 comment:

  1. Time MachineSunday, January 02, 2011

    Thanks for the Village Treat! Happy New Year!

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