My sense of smell is the least effective sense in my body, having been dulled, I suspect, from over 55 years of sneezing, snuffling and blowing, courtesy of allergies, seasonal colds and frequent bouts of bronchitis. I may have singled handedly kept the facial tissue industry in business. There are several scents that I associateContinue reading “Scents”
Time to get baking? The cranberry harvest is almost finished.
Jack and Maggie had several things in common: They were both born in 1910 to large Catholic families. Neither family situation was ideal or easy if anyone’s is, and although it was not unusual for the times, they were both out of school and working at the end of 8th grade and were youngContinue reading “Jack and Maggie”
Cape Cod is a peninsula that juts out into the Atlantic Ocean as though the collective towns and tourist traps were either flexing a muscle or waving an invitation that says “Come play with us!” Depending on where you slice the peninsula in your imagination, people all the way up to Boston will say thatContinue reading “Water, Water Everywhere”
It was Christmas Eve day 1941, and Margaret was out on the town with friends. She loved the opera and she would save up the needed money and stand inline for hours, just to get standing room in the opera. She started sewing when she was in fourth grade and made her own clothes. SheContinue reading “The Nylon Salesman and the Lady”
The year was 1983 and my neighbor stole my Christmas Tree
Do you like to send and receive Christmas cards? Here is an updated version of my pre-COVID thoughts on Christmas cards.
My name is Michele Marcellino Somerville. I would not normally introduce myself in that way, but my maiden name is an important part of my stories. I grew up in Onset, Massachusetts, but left home in 1969 for a brief sojourn to Washington State. I returned home in November of 1969 and left for goodContinue reading “The Beach Girl Chronicles”