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The Great Rocks

The Great Rocks My continuing fascination with glacial erratics began at 30 Janet Road in Chelmsford, MA.My family lived near the end of this sleepy road in a 1960s, residential development. At 40 Janet Road (the end of our street) was a weathered sign proclaiming ‘Thanksgiving Town Forest.’  A little, paved, parking lot, with 4

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The Old Man in the Mountain

The Old Man in the MountainI remember reading in bed one night when the radio announcer said, “The Old Man in the Mountain has just slipped from the rockface and is now nothing more than a pile of granite rubble.” I was stunned! Not The Old Man in the Mountain? It had been carved by glacial erosion

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Victuals and Drink

Victuals and Drink This character is described as an old woman and not an old wife I think she lives alone. “She lived upon nothing but victuals and drink”. Victual is a word meaning food. Drink, on the other hand, is not used here as a verb but as a noun. Without the preposition a

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Poor Polly Pickle Nose

Many old nursery rhymes are not as warm and fuzzy as they are today. Some might even cause nightmares! Take for instance… Poor Polly Picklenose “Polly, Polly, goodness gracious! Now you quit that making faces.” Polly laughed at what they said, Cocked her nose and went to bed. But the big black Boog abo heard,and he came without a word; Walked right in — you bet a

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The Excellent Student

I have always been an Excellent Student! I’m not saying I’m wicked smart…Just I have always been an Excellent Student. What makes an Excellent Student? Let’s look back…I’d consider My Excellent Student ‘formative years’ Grades 4th thuough7th. Before that Excellent Student’s status depended ENTIRELY on one’s Mother, and mine was exemplary! She chaperoned every single

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The Widows Walk

A Cupola or ‘Widows Walk’ is found atop manyNew England East Coast mansions-It is a tiny, aerial, fenced-in landing from wherethe Wife of the Captain’s house could first see hisreturning ship crest above the horizon. As this sad name suggests…many times the anxiously watched for ships did not return. The Widow’s Walk…And so, she climbs

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Can’t get there from here…

You know it’s funny when you’re a graphic artist you spend all your time working on other people’s stuff and never seem to get around to your own. You’ll have to excuse the broken links, misaligned images, lost PDFs, missing captions, closed comments, and occasional typos. (I just hope you don’t get jettisoned right out

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Leonardo and I

If there is a way to cover it with art, I will. This is my kitchen wall. I started painting this mural back in Newburyport while caring for my ill Mother. I used 3 Bainbridge board panels so they would be movable. Like I tell the kids if you have an Imagination you are never

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Words by Mary Lee Mattison

And so another day winds down.But I am not yet ready to still my mind.Not yet ready to relax my waking grip-to drift the way-worn currents and eddies of forgetful sleep.For with letting go, I must bid, “Fare ever well” to this day’s promise. And slip back one day farther, from my dreams fulfilled.For it

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