Telling the Truth

connecting the dots of my life

Food, Love and Affection

Fall 1965. Sometimes it seems I’ve died and gone to heaven! I’m living with a man who knows, loves and respects me. He doesn’t seem a bit perturbed about things I experience as shameful or diminishing. You know: my hair not looking ‘good enough,’ Read the rest of this entry »

tiny orchids

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tiny orchids
burst through tangled straw
take center stage

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© Elouise Renich Fraser, 30 March 2015
Photo credit: DAFraser, March 2015
Orchid Meadow in the Longwood Gardens Conservatory

First Apartment | Photo Tour

Broadway entrance 1965

Lovely, isn’t it? I thought so, too. One small fact: Ours is the red stairway, not the white stairway with the lovely climbing roses!

We arrived in late September 1965, days before D began his graduate program, and a few weeks after our wedding. During that fall we worked our hearts out getting our little space the way we wanted it.

I married a man who loves to take photos. Back then they were all slides. I thought it excessive. Just like my father who never missed a chance to take a photo. At this time in my life, however, I’m grateful for the slides and photos we’ve amassed over the years.

Which leads to a small fact I didn’t fully appreciate until I looked at these old photos. Bookshelves and books have been our go-to interior decorating strategy ever since we got married.

Here’s evidence that we’re already headed in that direction. Not very elegant, but the picture shouts out to thousands of books to come, “You are so very welcome in this house!”

Broadway moving-in mess 2, 1965

Notice the towels stacked on a box by the bed, stuff all over the bed and adjacent chair, lamp not in the right place, and who knows what on the front half of the dresser and on the floor. But the books? Safely put away in their place of honor, on top of the dresser in their brand new bookshelf.

Here’s a better picture of our bed, all made up just for this photo. Notice the bird prints on the wall, long before we became amateur birders. I like the blues and greens in the bedspread. Yes, that’s a garter belt on the right head-post.

Broadway bed 1965

OK. That ends the bedroom tour. Now to the front living room area. Here we have evidence of Cambridge grime. Nasty stuff that had to be scrubbed off before we could paint anything. I’m especially taken by the luxurious amount of hair I had on my head back then. Amazing.

Broadway Grime 1965

We worked on this as often as possible during the first couple of months. Mostly on the weekends. It was exhausting. Here’s proof of how exhausting it was. It’s my ‘don’t you dare take this photo’ pose, which I’ve perfected over the years. I almost didn’t include it. But…

Broadway don't you dare 1965

Here’s the outcome in our living room. I see I made a mistake in my post yesterday. We had two large windows in the living room, not just one. And there’s no clock on the mantel. Oh well. The photo on the mantel is Sister #3, Diane! That was a nice surprise for me.

Broadway fireplace and table 3, 1965

The record player and radio were our total entertainment center for years. No TV. No internet, of course. Exorbitant (for us) costs for long-distance phone calls. Snail mail that brought real letters and real bills.

Here’s another living room shot–this time of me sitting on the old sofa that came with the apartment. I’m facing the fireplace. Looking like a lady, all relaxed and reading something. No shoes. Just home from work. Notice the turned-over sofa cushions. The wrong side looked better than the right side.

Broadway sofa and lamp 2, 1965

 One last photo–our old porcelain bathtub with clawfeet.

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 Good for a long soak after a hard day’s work!

 © Elouise Renich Fraser, 30 March 2015
All photos by DAFraser, Fall 1965

Shadow and coolness

Monday of Holy Week. Here’s a poem I first discovered in a small Dohnavur songbook, Wings, published by Dohnavur Fellowship for its members. It’s from Amy Carmichael. Mom had this songbook in her music collection. I can’t help connecting these words with Holy Week. Read the rest of this entry »

Welcome to Cambridge

It’s September 1965. We’re moving into our first apartment! We knock on the door of the first-floor apartment. The managers live here. It’s lovely. Plenty of space on the first floor, plus a bedroom in the finished basement.

I can’t wait to see ours. Read the rest of this entry »

Thank you, James DePreist

Thank you, James DePreist for this poem. Please forgive me if you’re offended by my take on it. It seems appropriate for Palm Sunday and Holy Week. You lived this poem in your life; I believe Jesus did, too. Read the rest of this entry »

Meet Mrs. Hanks

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It’s 1952. Mrs. Worth Hanks has just answered the door bell. Her gray hair is piled on her head, with wispy bits escaping here and there. She’s wearing eyeglasses, and has bright red lipstick on her lips, slightly smeared. Her clothes are a little wrinkled and she looks Read the rest of this entry »

from the podium

One of my personal favorites, especially the last two lines of the poem. Click on ‘View original’ to read the entire poem.

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Beethoven at Longwood

from the podium
Beethoven in floral garb
conducts ode to joy

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Things that gladden and soften me,

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Getting Married and Just Married

The Best and the Worst of Getting/Just Married:

  • The Best: You already know, so I won’t bore you!
  • The Worst: Knowing you already know what we did our wedding night.

Seriously, I don’t remember much about our double wedding Read the rest of this entry »

roof-top garden

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roof-top garden
smiles as I pass by
melts my heart

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I’m a sucker for bird houses
with heart.
Old, weathered, tended and
loved into reality.
One of a kind

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© Elouise Renich Fraser, 26 March 2015
Photo credit: DAFraser, August 2014
Longwood Meadow Garden