I remember

I was thinking about old TV shows and remembered “I Remember Mama.” I was on the commuter rail headed for  Boston, and thus lacked computer access. I could recall a few things about the set, Mama, and two of the three kids, Nels (though I spelled his name earlyMorningSkyNils) and Dagmar. I didn’t remember Kathryn, the character who is doing the remembering. The series was based on her book, “Mama’s Bank Account,” which I read long after I’d seen and enjoyed the series.

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Speaking of remembering, I thought about our place in Connecticut, the house my father built (or caused to have built) before he met and married my mother. It had a great room, long before they became fashionable, three bedrooms, and a screened porch. According to dad, his friends teased him for building such a big place while he was still single. He doubtless had the last laugh. It was on Candlewood Lake, right on the water, and the back lawn sloped down to a dock and a float. There were woods on each side, as Dad had purchased three lots — he was fond of his privacy — and built the house on the middle one. The lake was an artificial one, and I often though about the evacuated, drowned villages and homes that had been flooded when the lake was created.

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