Boston ‒ Marriage And Children
BOSTON ‒ MARRIAGE AND CHILDREN
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ow returned from our world sojourn, I visited my Aunt Ida, who suggested, “Why don’t you move to Boston?” I immediately acceded. Leaving New York was possibly my subconscious saying “New York isn’t my cup of tea; I am more comfortable in New England.” And indeed I was. I moved into a tiny apartment in Brookline in a quiet neighborhood. Gone were the sirens, taxis, string of stores, hordes of people and the mad pace of New York. I landed a job with Educational Services, Inc. in Watertown. They serviced textbooks and information to schools across the country. Every morning, I donned ski pants and jacket, high boots, woolen mittens and hat – and trudged through the snow from Harvard Square to my job. I was SO happy to escape the New York scene and enter the familiar, peaceful environment of fewer people, less noise, snow filled countryside. One of the people in my office was Harriet Gibney, wife of the Reverend William Sloane Coffin (who became famous rebelling with Dr. Spock against the Vietnam War). This was the 60s, the country was on fire, college campuses were the scene of furious rebellion. Harriet befriended me and requested that I conduct research for her at Widener Library at Harvard. Delighted, I accepted and spent my days doing interesting work on the college campus. Frequently, Harriet and I lunched at the beautiful MIT dining hall, lined with famous Rothco paintings – and I learned about the Page 57