Back in the early 1950s my parents lived in Boston. My dad was in seminary at Boston University. My mother worked as a new nurse at Boston Floating Hospital. They lived in a tiny studio apartment near Fenway Park. They became Red Sox fans during their time in Beantown but they couldn't often afford tickets to the games. Instead they would sit on their stoop, listen to the game on the radio, and hear the noise from Fenway. Since that time they have wanted to go back. This week they met up with my brother in Boston and went to a game at Fenway Park. Isn't this a cute, happy photo?
Photo by Tony Kingsbury
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that's wonderful they got see the game after all those years. A lovely photo :)
ReplyDeleteGreat photo, and a lovely story.
ReplyDeleteIt is wonderful; I'm so glad they got to go. And you look a LOT like your dad!
ReplyDeleteAs a member of Red Sox Nation, this photo brought a tear to my eye! My husband and I sometimes sit on our back porch and listen to Red Sox Radio; it definitely takes us back to a far simpler time and place! How wonderful for your parents! It's just too bad that the boys of summer weren't on the fast track this year! BUT there's always next year!
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