memories

Saturday Mornings

Saturday Mornings

On Saturday mornings, my brother and I would get up very early—unreasonably early, you might say. We would then steal downstairs, ever so stealthily, so as not to wake up Mom or Dad. Mostly it was Dad we did not […]

Brownie

Brownie

When my parents brought home the family’s new RCA Victor black-and-white television set, they made it clear that it was not to be the center of attention, and as such, it would not be in the living room. That room was for reading the Sunday paper or a good book, entertaining company, and watching the flames flicker in the large brick fireplace.

The Dining Room Table

The Dining Room Table

The Dining Room Table is the first chapter or short story, if you will, from my book Life at 12 College Road.
As I sat at the table, I realized the other three chairs had been tilted forward so that their ladder-backs rested against it. They were obviously no longer of use. Scanning the room, it dawned on me that this was not some unknown, foreign establishment…

Memories of Christmas morning long ago

Memories of Christmas morning long ago

If memories of Christmas mornings in our childhoods are lost, Eric Mondschein, who lives in the Adirondack Mountains of upstate New York and author of Life at 12 College Road, makes up for it. He has memories that probably parallel most boomers’ — except for a not-so-happy ending. That’s the short story he gives to BoomerCafé this season: “Christmas Morning.”