(Top Row L-R, Joe Duffey, Joe Ayoub, Paul McTiernan, Tebby Broderick, Tommy Atwood, Susan O'Connor; Middle Row, Jimmy Atwood, Frankie McCoy, Eric Hegsted, Jimmy Owens; Front Row, Elaine Duffey, Cathy O'Connor, Mark Duffey, Peter Swanson, David Swanson, Freddie Atwood, Hannah Swanson)
October 4, 2001
A Midsummer Night's Dream
In the summer of 1964, I enrolled almost all my friends in producing a performance of the rustic scenes from Shakespeare's A Midsummer Night's Dream.
(Top Row L-R, Joe Duffey, Joe Ayoub, Paul McTiernan, Tebby Broderick, Tommy Atwood, Susan O'Connor; Middle Row, Jimmy Atwood, Frankie McCoy, Eric Hegsted, Jimmy Owens; Front Row, Elaine Duffey, Cathy O'Connor, Mark Duffey, Peter Swanson, David Swanson, Freddie Atwood, Hannah Swanson)
(Top Row L-R, Joe Duffey, Joe Ayoub, Paul McTiernan, Tebby Broderick, Tommy Atwood, Susan O'Connor; Middle Row, Jimmy Atwood, Frankie McCoy, Eric Hegsted, Jimmy Owens; Front Row, Elaine Duffey, Cathy O'Connor, Mark Duffey, Peter Swanson, David Swanson, Freddie Atwood, Hannah Swanson)
August 23, 2001
Pigeon Cove
In 1963, my family visitied my Aunt Esther in Pigeon Cove, near Rockport. Here am I suitably in awe of the raging sea.
August 21, 2001
I'm Dickens, He's Fenster
In the summer of '62, my Ma decided that her husband and youngest son would spend one month together alone at the family cottage. It must have seemed like a good idea to her on some level. White Island Pond is on the Plymouth/Bourne line, north of the Cape Cod Canal. TV reception there was spotty and there were one billion bugs so I never clamored to spend any time in sunburn country.
What made this "vacation" extra special was the plan my father had hatched to build a pier with my help. Perhaps a little less time with my nose in a book and a little more action with a hammer in my hand would make me a more tolerable boy.
This was the only concentrated period of time I ever spent with my father until he was in his eighties. I'd like to say we bonded. I'd like to say I learned something about carpentry that has made me the handyman I am today. These photos, however, are my only proof that it wasn't all some dream.
What made this "vacation" extra special was the plan my father had hatched to build a pier with my help. Perhaps a little less time with my nose in a book and a little more action with a hammer in my hand would make me a more tolerable boy.
This was the only concentrated period of time I ever spent with my father until he was in his eighties. I'd like to say we bonded. I'd like to say I learned something about carpentry that has made me the handyman I am today. These photos, however, are my only proof that it wasn't all some dream.
May 4, 2001
The Aquanaut
It's no wonder that I have never been able to swim. This picture indicates an advancing state of armlessness. Also, if I were to stand up, the waves would lap at my calves.
April 14, 2001
Munn The Barber
Discomfort reigns as my father removes my right ear with a pair of scissors and beetles crawl up my bathing suit. As this photo indicates, I've come by my current hairline naturally.
April 4, 2001
Child Labor
When I was six or so, my Dad and uncle Bill were building adjacent cottages on a peninsula on White Island Pond in Plymouth. This photograph had to have been staged as incidences of my doing manual labor were few and far between.
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