tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15329973.post112497415870949535..comments2023-12-27T16:41:07.438-05:00Comments on Suldog: Return To Caddy RoadSuldoghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07778845367184916684noreply@blogger.comBlogger25125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15329973.post-52370123868030135712009-08-20T08:48:34.587-04:002009-08-20T08:48:34.587-04:00Thanks, Boo! Coming from you - someone who lived t...Thanks, Boo! Coming from you - someone who lived there for so many years - your comment means the world to me. God bless you.Suldoghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07778845367184916684noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15329973.post-9780551421186631682009-08-20T08:39:27.323-04:002009-08-20T08:39:27.323-04:00All I Can say is WOW Did that hit me right in my h...All I Can say is WOW Did that hit me right in my heart since I lived right across the street from you at 17 Caddy and our grand-parents lived in 15 I believe they were either the first ones if not he second ones who bought on that wonderful street the street alot of us called home for so many years great story Jim I myself alway wanted to know what it would feel like to walk into the place myself and my brothers and sisters called home for atleast 27 years a wonderful wonderful write up I could not have put it in anyother words God-Bless your old friend Philip-Boo-CostaPhilip J Costa JRnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15329973.post-12363300248660875432009-03-13T10:14:00.000-04:002009-03-13T10:14:00.000-04:00Enjoyed this read Jim. Nostalgia is wonderful. I t...Enjoyed this read Jim. Nostalgia is wonderful. I took a trip to old 'Hoods last year. Like you I felt too big, and the house looked so small when I stood outside and looked longingly at the windows. If only I had the nerve to knock on the door.<BR/><BR/>Love GrannyMarian Deanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06765534146844251398noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15329973.post-71873322518793052432009-02-05T14:52:00.000-05:002009-02-05T14:52:00.000-05:00This was a really quality piece. I feel like I am...This was a really quality piece. I feel like I am really late ta the game reading through these, but very glad that I got the opportunity.Alyssahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11058539564682962216noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15329973.post-7584818140070288502009-01-06T20:29:00.000-05:002009-01-06T20:29:00.000-05:00My gawd...how naive you are... you get that all ti...My gawd...how naive you are... you get that all tingly feeling ruining up and done your leg like Chris Matthews does when he spews his nonsense about a certain left-wing presidential candidate?<BR/><BR/>I challenge you to re-visit your old childhood street that you wax so poetically about.<BR/><BR/>Those, places to live that the people who live their now, which were referred to as:<BR/><BR/>"Oh, look at the nice way they've redone that porch", "That one looks better now with siding"<BR/><BR/>Were simply the result of years of Federal gov't policy starting with Clinton and ending with Barney Frank that encouraged, make that REQUIRED, that financial institutions provide loans to people that could not and in some cases had no intention to repay.<BR/><BR/>How many foreclosure signs are in your old 'hood today?Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15329973.post-17921244548224435752008-11-14T06:16:00.000-05:002008-11-14T06:16:00.000-05:00Okay, this is no.2 of 23? I am taking them a day a...Okay, this is no.2 of 23? I am taking them a day at a time or otherwise I will have no time at all to blog. Sudog...I cant thank you enough for re-posting these, I would never have found them.<BR/><BR/>Great solid nostalgia, and I know the feeling of disorientation. I went back to St.Edith's and thought I was in Lilliput.<BR/>Oh yes, I love Mrs. Suldog too.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15329973.post-42833196265762596932008-11-13T21:49:00.000-05:002008-11-13T21:49:00.000-05:00Meet you at the Povo event. I know just how you fe...Meet you at the Povo event. I know just how you feel about going back to your old home. I left the state for a while, until Boston pulled me home. I went back to my old childhood home and it was being turned into a lawyers office. Most of the houses on the street have been sold sold and sold again. I was to miserable to write about it. And I have yet to walk back down that street. <BR/><BR/>It's nice to know I'm not the only townie on the net. Or at least the only person who has Boston history behind me.fibrowitchhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14608225697605710313noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15329973.post-89151683251287749842008-10-09T17:23:00.000-04:002008-10-09T17:23:00.000-04:00Very nice post. I feel it - my family moved from ...Very nice post. I feel it - my family moved from Mattapoisett, MA to Arizona when I was 14. The MA relatives still send pictures of MY house - I would love so much to see the inside.Karenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16505134228454833619noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15329973.post-84457402875769344322007-06-26T13:20:00.000-04:002007-06-26T13:20:00.000-04:00Thank you, Rhea. A compliment from you, concerning...Thank you, Rhea. A compliment from you, concerning writing, is a fine thing and much appreciated.Suldoghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07778845367184916684noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15329973.post-28038214516531503012007-06-26T12:34:00.000-04:002007-06-26T12:34:00.000-04:00I'm a couple of years late, but I loved that, Suld...I'm a couple of years late, but I loved that, Suldog. I always feel nostalgia for things like hometowns and old houses and stuff like that. Beautiful piece. I visited the Baker's factory area about a year ago and was so impressed. It's, like, cool there. I wanted to live there.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15329973.post-1157570551150150432006-09-06T15:22:00.000-04:002006-09-06T15:22:00.000-04:00Thank you very much for the kind words.It isn't ho...Thank you very much for the kind words.<BR/><BR/>It isn't how old you are, or how long you've been somewhere, or even how long you've been away from someplace, but how much you miss whatever it was. You're entitled to your feelings, whatever your age.Suldoghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07778845367184916684noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15329973.post-1157569280409695522006-09-06T15:01:00.000-04:002006-09-06T15:01:00.000-04:00It seems that this certain story hasn't been read ...It seems that this certain story hasn't been read in quite a while, or at least hasn't been commented on. I'm only seventeen and while I can't honestly say that I can completely understand the whole concept of missing something that you called home for a long time I have sat in my house and watched the world I know as my home, my neighborhood change significantly. The woods I grew up and shared my first kiss in across from my house are being torn down for a new and "enhanced" neighborhood of houses and apartments that each resemble the one following it. The road I used to take to go to my friends house now has potholes that the government refuses to fix because of the fact the road is part of private property. I can imagine myself coming back to my "home" in twenty to thirty years and feeling the deep sensation of nostalgia and somewhat jealousy. If I could ever fix a mistake that my parents taught me is that to never tell your kid to enjoy their life when they're young. It opened my eyes too soon.<BR/><BR/>Great writing, I'm very impressed.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15329973.post-1132004395207471382005-11-14T16:39:00.000-05:002005-11-14T16:39:00.000-05:00Thank you. This piece easily outclasses the rest o...Thank you. This piece easily outclasses the rest of the crap I've written here, so if you've made it to this page, you may as well skip the rest of the site.<BR/><BR/>No! I'm kidding! Don't leave! Please...Suldoghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07778845367184916684noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15329973.post-1132000885432524212005-11-14T15:41:00.000-05:002005-11-14T15:41:00.000-05:00Fantastic. I wonder how I'd feel if I was to visi...Fantastic. I wonder how I'd feel if I was to visit my old neighborhood, which I left in 1962. http://me-ander.blogspot.com/2005/11/more-on-bell-park-gardens.htmlBatyahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09402874037427009327noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15329973.post-1125595084983951832005-09-01T13:18:00.000-04:002005-09-01T13:18:00.000-04:00Thank you, everybody. I appreciate the comments.Thank you, everybody. I appreciate the comments.Suldoghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07778845367184916684noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15329973.post-1125594188832478622005-09-01T13:03:00.000-04:002005-09-01T13:03:00.000-04:00This really hit "home". Although I left Caddy Roa...This really hit "home". Although I left Caddy Road many many years ago, it was my first home away from home. I had some great times there and some not so great times. You brought me close to tears, darn you.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15329973.post-1125354519927996672005-08-29T18:28:00.000-04:002005-08-29T18:28:00.000-04:00Jim,I can really relate to your "Return to Caddy R...Jim,<BR/><BR/>I can really relate to your "Return to Caddy Road". As I too have felt the joy and pain of returning to "Mt. Pleasant Street". As for the people who have taken offense to your writing unless they have been there or grew up in the same type of neighborhood during those same years in Boston can in NO WAY understand what your story was about. CUDOS (spelling) to you Jim! Keep up the great writing! Love you xoxoxoxAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15329973.post-1125334715580964032005-08-29T12:58:00.000-04:002005-08-29T12:58:00.000-04:00I mean, jeez, I went out of my way to qualify my s...I mean, jeez, I went out of my way to qualify my statements, to avoid any indication whatever that I might have mentioned the neighborhood demographics to show that the decline of the neighborhood should be blamed on any one set of persons.<BR/><BR/>If that's the way it reads to you, either I did a lousy job of writing or you did a lousy job of reading.<BR/><BR/>In either case, I really honestly meant no offense. Peace?Suldoghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07778845367184916684noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15329973.post-1125317255359786942005-08-29T08:07:00.000-04:002005-08-29T08:07:00.000-04:00To Anonymous, re: "not just the blacks."I'm sorry ...To Anonymous, re: "not just the blacks."<BR/><BR/>I'm sorry if you felt that was offensive, but it does say "NOT just the blacks." I explicitly said that it was a problem brought about by both white and black residents.<BR/><BR/>As for the landlords being partially to blame, I agree. I thought I had made it clear that the major problem (at least from my perspective) was that the folks who owned the houses were no longer living in them. What race these people were, I don't know.<BR/><BR/>And, I hope that it is also understood that, now that the neighborhood is looking better, it is probably still a mostly black residential neighborhood.Suldoghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07778845367184916684noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15329973.post-1125154327665307592005-08-27T10:52:00.000-04:002005-08-27T10:52:00.000-04:00Central Avenue was my trolley stop, but I lived in...Central Avenue was my trolley stop, but I lived in the other direction. We used to go over the bridge contstantly. We always shopped at Gilchrists and Star Market and my first job was at Brighams. The shopping center and Central Ave. seem like ghosts towns now.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15329973.post-1125141047109626762005-08-27T07:10:00.000-04:002005-08-27T07:10:00.000-04:00My brother and I went back to see our childhood ho...My brother and I went back to see our childhood house in Connecticut when we were in our 50's. We didn't knock on the door - just took pictures from outside. The woman living across the street thought we were looking suspicious and came out to see what we were doing. We were surprised to find that she was the same woman who lived there when we were kids (and who had terrorized us a bit then). She was quite pleasant now, though, and asked about our older relatives, most of whom had died in the interrim. <BR/><BR/>I would have liked to have gone inside, but I was afraid to. Our two upstairs rooms had been finished by our parents, completely panelled and with built-in desks and bookcases. I didn't want to see that work had been ripped out or despoiled. Also, all the mature trees on the street had been cut down during some sort of misguided street widening/improvement project. So that was pretty sad, also.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15329973.post-1125095297288306562005-08-26T18:28:00.000-04:002005-08-26T18:28:00.000-04:00I appreciate your writing style, however, I take i...I appreciate your writing style, however, I take issue with the "This is not to blame just the blacks.." statement. You put so much thought into the language of the rest of your piece, I am surprised you included that statement without thought to its offensiveness. Chances are the neighborhood's esthetics declined because of the poverty of its new residents, which you referred to. White, black or other, poverty is poverty, and the effects you saw could have happen regardless of the race of the neighborhood's new residents. And as rental properties, the upkeep of the properties would be the responsibility of the landlords, not the new renters. So you ought to include them when you're assigning the blame. You would hardly like to be solely defined by your race and lumped in with every other white person in your neighborhood, and given responsibility for their actions, would you? We are individuals. Consider thinking of the "blacks" in your former neighborhood that way, for a change.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15329973.post-1125089085896089862005-08-26T16:44:00.000-04:002005-08-26T16:44:00.000-04:00OK, here's the deal. I appreciate comments. Thank ...OK, here's the deal. I appreciate comments. Thank you. However, from now on, on this site, if you want to put up a link, don't post anonymously. If you post anonymously, and include a link, I will delete the comment as soon as I see it.Suldoghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07778845367184916684noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15329973.post-1125066673221913962005-08-26T10:31:00.000-04:002005-08-26T10:31:00.000-04:00Cat! Thank you so much for the kind words. From yo...Cat! Thank you so much for the kind words. From you they mean much.<BR/><BR/>'dogSuldoghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07778845367184916684noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15329973.post-1125064782200237472005-08-26T09:59:00.000-04:002005-08-26T09:59:00.000-04:00Dog, Love how you write..You say the things I thin...Dog, Love how you write..<BR/>You say the things I think in my head...<BR/>Been there/done that.<BR/>Just like you said.. my body was wrong.. everything was wrong.<BR/>Tom Wolf was right.<BR/>Added your blog to my favorites.<BR/>kisses.<BR/>NoahcatAnonymousnoreply@blogger.com