I grew up with this long garage in my backyard. You probably can’t see the property marker, but it reveals that the garage goes right up to the property boundary on two sides. For that matter, so does the neighbor’s garage that you see in white. Neither practice would be allowed today with zoning requiring [...]
Emerson Street is a short street with a 90 degree turn in the middle. My block is the east side of Emerson Street below the turn. Last week’s Sense of Place featured the brown house that belonged to Bill Hurst when I grew up. When he died a few years ago that left me the [...]
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Two houses up the street from me is a brown house that belonged to Bill Hurst. He had a large family with kids around my age and I hung out there a lot. The driveway in the foreground beloned to the Colwell’s. There is a narrow storm drain that ran underneath the lenght of the [...]
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This is on Mountain Road, at the intersection with the road to Tobey Pond. Do they make pooper-scoopers for this type of pet?
The Battell-Stoeckel estate is where Yale holds its summer schools for music and art. This is a private estate, but the trustees have allowed public access. It’s like having your own private estate without having to do the upkeep. This picture is of a bridge over a brook which some kids have used for their [...]
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The previous Sense of Place entry covered the walk from my house to where the Center School I attended used to be. The elementary school was moved to a former seminary, now called Botelle, while Center School was torn down and a senior housing complex know as Meadowbrook took its place. These pictures provide a [...]
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Just below my house is a five-way intersection. I took two photos from a spot just below the intersection, one looking up with my gray house towards the right and the other looking down lower Shepherd Road.
The photo of the intersection reveals little that is new since my days as a child. The empty lot [...]
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Last week I wrote about the boulder that I would climb as a young kid. That boulder was not the destination of the walks Mom would take me on along the bridal path, that would be the Killarney Bridge. Killarney Bridge is probably 1/2 mile in from Shepherd Road, but to a 5-6 year old [...]
I live on a small sloped lot near the village center. All the kids in the neighborhood would slide down the hill between our house and the Colwell’s. “Back in the day” it was mainly Flexible Flyers zipping down the yard. If there was an ice storm or snowing too heavily for the town plows [...]
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There is a small stream at the end of Emerson Street that I call “Hyla Brook,” named after the Frost poem. The Hyla Brook in both the poem and at the end of the street are modest, unremarkable features. Frost’s Hyla Brook is intermittent; my Hyla Brook enters into a culvert where this photo is [...]
