"Oh, my God! You have to read this book."
Music to any author's ears; kind words uttered, coming from within a line forming at Brown & Hopkins Country Store in
"I remember when you told me about it...in the ninth grade...we were just kids." Paula recalls exactly when I divulged our closely-guarded secret. She and Cyndie attended every single public event then hosted me at Paula's place in the country, serving homemade chocolate pound cake and coffee with hazelnut creamer. The chatter was incessant; the laughter was contagious. My two self-appointed groupies did not want to let me go; a sentiment I shared in kind.
Mary Googled me then found me on facebook. I asked everyone I met in Burrillville if they knew where she was but it wasn't until I returned to
"I should have brought my scythe...this would have been cleared by now!" Evan worked his heart out beside me while my father scaled the fence on the other side of the graveyard. It was pitifully overgrown; sad to see so many tombstones toppled, a holy place in shambles. By the time we exposed the stones we were drenched in perspiration, not to mention the persistent rainfall, yet we salvaged a forgotten spot in history then photographed each headstone for posterity.
"Do you remember me?" The Jesse M. Smith Memorial Library in
A half Portuguese / half Irish (only in
Then we were off again...Narragansett was gorgeous and the Coast Guard House never looked more inviting. My ocean beckoned...was it really the same
Essentially, my visit "home" to
Harrisville was the focal point of my trip but I found kindred spirits in many of the town's other villages, too, including a visit to The Burrillville Historical & Preservation Society. To enjoy the privilege of placing my book into the hands of the artist who created its cover more than thirty years ago made a special evening absolutely perfect. My thanks to Betty Mencucci for arranging such a meaningful reunion. All my love to John & Rose.
A walk along the Mill Pond at the Assembly Theater refreshed my soul and revived my senses. I have been performing on its stage since the age of fourteen and I adore this building as if it were my second home. So many memories rekindled...a stroll across the waterfall washed me clean of woes...no regrets.
We gathered as family at the
When I returned to
"Do you remember me?"
Oh, yes little Rhody...I remember you well.