To The Daily Sun,
I expect to be called names when I am stupid enough to express a political opinion or put a picture of a sunrise on Facebook or any other social media for that matter, but I must admit to being stunned when I posted pictures of the fabulous Pumpkin Festival and was told it was "lame" or a "looser fest". Wow.
I moved to Laconia in 1966 and, in my opinion, the beautiful city began a slow slide down with urban renewal. Fortunately, I was able to enjoy the beauty of the Colonial and the magic of the money chutes at O'Shea's before it all went away. I bought Osmond Records at Greenlaw's, went to Brownies at Opechie Park Clubhouse with Mrs. Bobotas and got school shoes from Melnick's. I had ice cream at Newberry's and got thrown out of Laconia Hardware by Mr. Goddard for getting plumbing pipes stuck on my fingers. I was in Rainbow Girls with Mrs. Mitchell and Mrs. Dickenson at the Masonic Hall. I went to church at St. James with Dr. and Mrs. Carsen. Mr. Schillinger was my principal at Pleasant Street School and Mrs. Lange was one of my teachers as were Mrs. Jackson and Mrs. Roy.
I saw Larry Stinson the day he died. I heard it on the radio the next morning. I was comforted by my mom who let us have the after wake gathering at our house. I was comforted by Mrs. Reever who let us have the after funeral gathering at her house.
The McGreevys let us play kickball in their yard and the Zechausens always had a cookie for a neighborhood kid after they had a fight with their mom. The Richers and the McGraths taught us how to play tennis and the Reeds invited us into their barn where John would fix our bikes and Mr. Reed would let us help him get fresh eggs from the chickens.
Penny Pitou taught us to ski and my mom, Anne Jollimore, helped run the ski school at Gunstock. The Denormandies let us ski on their lawn and Mrs. Twombly always shod the cats away from her birds. The Apfels had video games in their attic. The Ettilsons had a pool table.
The Colbys lived up by Pleasant St. School and had a red 58 Chevy that was, except for color, the twin to my dad's black one. The Maxwell's built a house on North Pleasant St. with a round living room, a disco ball and an upstairs kitchen.
I played with Cynthia Makris at the beach at the Naswa before it was the "place" to be. I swam at the Brickyard after skiing thre in the winter, when Mr. Jones owned it.
This is what I have to say to all of you involved in Pumpkin Fest: THANK YOU. It was nothing short of fabulous. You took my hometown and gave me memories with a future!! I love the hope you've brought to town and the vision you've coupled it with. I love Wayfarer's and the Colonial. I love the antique center at the old Newberry's. I love PumpCanaly (which I only just got a couple of hours ago). I love the Kiwanis and the Rotary and all of you who I can't mention without writing in the whole paper. You're breathing life back into this beautiful city.
Yes, Pumpkin Fest was AWESOME. Got bless Sweaterville and don't let anyone tell you anything different.
From the bottom of my heart, I am so very grateful for all you've done and are doing for this fabulous city. The future is so very bright. Let's all ride the O'shea's vacuum tube together!
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