Hester confronts snow.
The journalism students came up with the excellent idea of posting about their hometowns on the class blog. It inspired me to put together a few photos about my hometown Pittsfield. Seems fitting somehow today, the first day of snow 2007.
Five Pittsfield girls waiting to see Hillary Clinton when she visited Pittsfield in 1998.
Wahconah Park, a vintage baseball stadium, as seen out a Berkshire Medical Center hospital window.
Jennifer Jason Leigh in a car on North Street in a photo by Gregory Crewdson. My co-worker Scott Merzbach found this interesting piece about Crewdson's photographs which were displayed at the Berkshire Museum last year.
My brother buying a book about Pittsfield at the Ethnic Fair this summer. The poster says, "Pittsfield...Where Legends Begin."
Morewood Lake off Holmes Road, behind Miss Hall's School. Herman Melville lived a few hundred yards away at Arrowhead, where he wrote "Moby Dick." I used to be a tour guide there and loved it.
Keep an eye on Hester! Not a good time for cats to be roaming around outside.
ReplyDeleteMy Hometown is a great topic for writers of all stripes. I enjoyed the link to the class blog. Do you teach the course, Ms Carey?
ReplyDeleteMy hometown is a New England village that is invaded every fall by 30,000 teenagers. The permanent residents are working class, merchants, professionals, and professors. The residential tax rate is double the adjacent towns. Amherst believes in social justice it's just not clear they can afford to finance it. Amherst is attractive, unmarred by declining manufacturing and resistent to exploitation by big business. Look out your window! That's my hometown.
11/21/2007
ReplyDeletePittsfield, Massachusetts, is an aesthetically beautiful town, but I must concur with the British art critic that beneath its facade are "themes of anxiety, loneliness, mystery and separation, all played out in arenas of jarring domestic banality."
The feelings I get when I think of living my life on or near North Street in Pittsfield, Massachusetts give me all of the above psychological negative emotions. Just to be 130 miles away (Manchester, NH) from being persecuted for being poor and living in Pittsfield and having it all reinforced by walking on North Street gives me daily relief.
Sometimes I believe my psychiatric disabilities that Denis E. Guyer -- a golddigger who married Allison Crane for her millions of inherited trust fund dollars -- relentlessly and unapologetically picks on me for by spreading the most vile and vicious rumors against me to the people of Pittsfield, Massachusetts, comes from the negative feelings I used to get by walking down North Street to participate in fruitless social services -- as Pittsfield was the #1 place in the Commonwealth of Massachusetts for job LOSSES in 2006!
I have been clinically told that my intellectual abilities are much higher than the average person, but that I have some social limitations or impairments. In a way, maybe Denis E. Guyer should use a paltry portion of his wife's inheritance to reinforce the banal and put up a statue of JONATHAN ALAN MELLE in the middle of North Street in Pittsfield, Massachusetts to symbolize the "themes of anxiety, loneliness, mystery and separation, all played out in arenas of jarring domestic banality."
-Jonathan A. Melle
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