Dede Cummings

Dirt under her fingernails

Dirt under her fingernails

Now that Molly Dowd is really gone, the neighborhood will never be the same. But she left something behind for all of us to share.

When I first moved up to Bonnyvale Road about 15 years ago, my then-8-year-old son, Joey, and our Fresh Air Fund camper, Punna, went down to the neighboring horse farm to meet the horses and ask if they could “do some work.”

A few minutes later, the boys came running back up to the house telling me that a neighbor girl named Molly had stuffed grass down Punna's shirt. And there he was, dragging his suitcase across the lawn, telling me that he was going back to Brooklyn.

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Song for Dad

A summer-night performance for a man surrounded by women

Hearing a random song on the radio from an old Broadway musical the other day reminded me of a scene from my family album of memories. There we were, the five Cummings girls, all lined up on a hot summer night: the oldest three in our muumuus, the two...

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300 trees replanted in Green River watershed

On Sunday, April 29, in Green River and in Guilford, 300 trees were planted by a grassroots group of local citizenry and students, led by landscape designer and Green River resident Dina Iris Kail, and made possible with grants from the Connecticut River Watershed Alliance and New England Public...

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