January 29, 2015

Something Wonderful: Firsts

Although it has been more than 30 years since my own experiences with many of these "firsts" I would be less than candid if I didn't also mention the best "last" of those years.

It was sometime in the late Spring between two and two and a half years since many of those "firsts." I was walking home from work at Houghton Mifflin across the Boston Public Gardens. The trees were all in leaf, the grass newly green, and the Swan Boats swirling in their little lake. I'd stopped at the upscale market on Charles Street at the behest of my wife to pick up a few things. One of these was a box of Pampers.

As I strode through the Public Gardens on the way to my apartment on Marlborough Street my heart was full of song and my steps just shy of dancing.


Because at long last I knew, to an absolute certainty, that the box of Pampers I carried was the last box of Pampers.

Posted by gerardvanderleun at January 29, 2015 5:01 PM
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Swan boats? I recall a Richard Harding Davis story about "Van Bibber and the Swan Boats". The New York aristocrat, while waiting for the party he would ride with in the park, did a very good deed.

And pampers? A colleague has moved on to a new job and was there for the farewell with her newborn, about two months old.

Despite the SJW's there are very few adults that do not enjoy seeing a little baby and many came by to do just that.

Posted by: Mikey at January 29, 2015 5:58 PM

Marlborough Street! In the eary 60's just out of high school my friends and I would go to Boston and walk down Marlborough Street Friday and Saturday evenings and listen for the sound of a party in one of the many 4 and 5 story walk-ups. We would show up with a few six packs and try to look like we went to BU or Harvard. When we first started doing it we had mixed results but after awhile we got good at it. If the numbers were good (more girls than guys) we would have a great night.

Posted by: GoneWithTheWind at January 29, 2015 7:19 PM

My aunt lived at 180 Commonwealth Ave, and we would go visit the old Dame and stroll those wonderful streets circa 1980. Yes the commons and students and Bailey's ice cream. Good times, good times.

Posted by: tripletap at January 30, 2015 5:39 AM

Had to forward this to our son and daughter in law who gave us our first grandbaby last summer as I'm sure they're looking forward to their *last* box of Pampers.

Posted by: ghostsniper at January 30, 2015 8:21 AM

Started all over with a surprise a year and a half ago. The other two are 15 and 9.

I can tell you that the "first" are completely different at 46 with experience verses mid to late 20's without.

Posted by: Bradoplata at January 30, 2015 10:12 PM

It was the mechanical baby swing. We're old, we didn't have one of those fancy new battery powered ones. This one went clackity clack, clackity clack, ... We would take the baby out of it and stop it but any motion near it would start it going again. I think sometimes all it took was someone to look at it. Clackity clack, clackity clack, ... I was so glad when that thing went away.

Posted by: Larry Geiger at February 3, 2015 10:09 AM