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Memories of Fenway
By Laurette Comeau Some things never I grew up in Greater Boston, and I fondly remember going to Fenway Park as a child well before television was in our home. My brother and I, and lots of neighborhood kids took the "T," Boston's subway system, into the Fenway and we heartily cheered the Red Sox on. (Our teachers always knew when we had been to a game because most of us were hoarse the beginning of the week.) We magically believed that we were the reason that "Yaz" or Ted Williams hit a home run! I chuckle as I write this, because a part of me still believes that to this day! So it was with my son, Mark, and my daughter, Linda, who became Red Sox fans and visited Fenway Park with their Dad and myself years ago. The Fenway franks, the colorful crowd, the watching for impending rain, the glimpse of the Citgo sign, or watching the ball conquer the Green monster — they are all a part of their memory. Recently I learned anew how being a fan is a generational thing and how avid a fan is my son, but moreover, his little boy, Jake, my eight-year-old grandson. During the winning series, Jake was on the phone from Arizona, with his family in Boston, and with me in I spent this winter in Arizona, much of the time visiting my son and his family, and it became clear to me that the best gift and legacy I could ever give my son and his sons, was a mural of Fenway on the large wall of Jake's bedroom. With Jake consulting, we worked out a series of colorful dots that give the artistic impression of the large Fenway crowd. Jake suggested that we include the large red sign in the painting, the one that graced Fenway Park during the Red Sox/Yankee games. "Keep the Faith," it reads. Not a bad lesson for a little boy to avidly remember. After many weeks of work, the finished mural hangs on the wall and Jake proudly shows it to anyone who will look. Lorette Comeau is the owner/innkeeper of A Rise and Shine Bed and Breakfast in Monmouth. | ||
