Those that view and contribute to the pages of Cambridgeport Memory Wall do so because it reminds us of our hometown. Our neighborhood is a familiar place where we find news about the friends who shared our childhoods, the neighbors who lived next door and the celebrations of time present and past. Hometowns are like no other place and Cambridgeport holds that spot in our hearts and minds. I thank those who created and manage these pages and those who follow.

It can be a bit intimidating growing up in a college town especially one that hosts MIT and Harvard. We understand what those institutions mean to the technical and scholastic world but living along side the best and the brightest may not mean we take a back seat. Overall we are known for our street smarts, common sense, sharp wit and tongue. I think the quote listed below captures this best.

“My wife and I were living in Cambridge, Massachusetts – the quintessential college town. Rushing through the supermarket checkout, we didn’t notice we were in a 12-item line and what we had was way over the limit. The weary cashier looked at all our groceries. “Are you from Harvard and can’t count or from MIT and can’t read?” – BRADFORD.

Over the past few years I’ve let memories poor out of my fingers in posts here. Looking back I’ve written about Charlies Tap where my mother worked, Summers in Cambridge, my brothers passing, the blind man broom factory “on the corner of Pleasant and Putnam Ave, Freddy’s coffee shop, Al’s neighborhood candy store, pitching coins against the Blessed Sacrament Church, Polaroid “brick walls that talked and made pictures”just to name a few…. I cringe each time I posted, knowing these were mostly my memories but am surprised to learn others shared some of them as well. I appreciate your indulgences and am thankful to our community for fostering me who did not attend MIT or Harvard but is and will always be “Just a kid from Cambridgeport”.