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Friday, February 4, 2000


The Mosquito Looks at One Carlisle Neighborhood: Hartwell Road

This is the first in a series of articles focusing on the search for a sense of community in Carlisle

Some say that Carlisle is a town without neighborhoods; that two-acre zoning and our modern tendency to site houses for privacy often prevent the kind of casual contacts between neighbors that fosters a feeling of closeness. Yet there are areas of Carlisle where old-fashioned neighborliness is alive and well. On Hartwell Road, neighborhood barbecues, group trick-or-treating at Halloween, and other get-togethers, both planned and informal, cement a neighborhood in which children are the primary focus. ...more

Outside my Highland studio window I can hear the whiny hum of the little tractor buzzing around the school buildings. It reminds me of a bee going from blossom to blossom in a flower-laden garden. It is reassuring to know the maintenance man is taking care to plow the walkways clear, scraping the snow off the surface so it won't ice up. The sound indicates the world is going along at its daily pace, work is being accomplished. ...more

The Mosquito Dines Out

The Super Hunger Brunch: Eating Well and Helping a Worthy Cause

Perhaps everyone feels that a brunch is for super hunger, but unlike the usual buffets around, this one is a worthy charity and the only brunch we ever attend. The food is spectacular and the cause is worthy. Oxfam America, Greater Boston Food Bank and Operation Frontline all benefit from this great tasting fundraiser. ...more

One hundred and fifty years ago, Transcendentalism flourished across our New England countryside. Its most famous practitioners, Ralph Waldo Emerson and Henry David Thoreau, asserted that spiritual vitality and individual intuition were essential to human development. If New England was the acknowledged center, Concord was the undisputed nucleus. ...more

Valentine's Day has become a bigger special holiday. When I was growing up, I don't remember my parents going out to eat, but I do remember a special treat from them to me. I remember in grade school making the valentine box into which we "mailed" the valentines to our friends, teacher, and secret pal, with the anticipation of getting a valentine from a special friend and later from a boy who was my current "crush." Now I remind my husband Alex that February 14th is right around the corner and I am writing an article for the Mosquito on what we are doing. Usually we host a "sweetheart dinner" where the men cook and the ladies just sit around being decorative. This is a lot of fun with great food, but since he may have to go out of town that week on business, it has left us unable to make plans. That has not kept me from picking out a few favorite places that have special valentine dinners. ...more

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