Category Archives: boston

black ice

Last month smug northerners ridiculed the snowbound paralysis of Dallas. ‘Maybe we should airlift Maine drivers down to the South to teach them how to drive in winter conditions,” joked a friend at the 169 Bar in Chinatown.. “My grandfather once said, “There are two seasons in Maine, the season of good sledding and the […]

THE SONGBIRD ON GEORGE’S PIZZERIA

A tale of my mother’s voice from 1960s Boston. Little Italy to be exact. Love and Peace to Angeline Theresa Smith Story by Peter Nolan Smith Filmed by Raoul Ollman Set Design, Sound and Lighting by David Henderson YELLOWBIRD by Harry Belafonte To ssee this video please go to this URL

NORTH END MIRACLE by Peter Nolan Smith

Throughout my childhood my mother cooked dinner for six kids and every Friday evening she drove our station wagon into Boston. We picked up my father at 50 Milk Street, where he worked for Ma Bell as an electrical engineer. He took the wheel and headed to a restaurant. Throughout my childhood my mother cooked […]

A FINE DAY FOR SAILING by Peter Nolan Smith

My grandmother hailed from County Mayo in Ireland. Her last name was Walsh. Nana traveled to Boston at the age of fourteen by ship. Most of the other passengers were cattle. “We sailed in the Year of the Crow,” she told her grandchildren in her lovely Gaelic accent. “When was that?” I asked to pin […]

A MOTHER’S LAST WISH by Peter Nolan Smith

After Christmas 1997 my mother entered the final stages of her battle with cancer. These last rounds were not a pretty site, but her beauty remained intact to the end. Several days after the New Year my mother held my hand and said, “I’m so happy I made Christmas.” “Me too.” I thought about John […]