New Sculpture adorns Newton Corner Garden

In a back yard in Newton Corner, a new sculpture greets summer.

                                                                                                                          Sculpture by Obie Simonis; Photo by Marash Girl

See earlier post by Marash Girl on the sculpture garden in her corner of Newton:
http://marashgirl.blogspot.com/2012/12/back-yard-sculpture-garden-newton.html

Sweet Potato Spinach "Turlu"

Marash Girl received the following email from her daughter, who has agreed to share her vegetarian creation with the readers of Marash Girl's blog.  She writes:

"I made this concoction kind of randomly and it turned out so good!  It is kind of like a "warm salad", only a few ingredients!

"Cut a large sweet potato (or 2, or 3) into 1.5" cubes - toss in a bowl with olive oil, kosher salt and ground black pepper.

"Spread on a baking sheet and roast at 425 for 20-25 minutes or until soft.

"Let cool for several minutes.

"In the meantime, wilt a big pile of fresh spinach in some olive oil on the stovetop.  Turn off heat as soon as all the leaves are wilted so it doesn't get "too cooked".

"Put some of the roasted sweet potato cubes in a bowl and cover with the wilted spinach leaves. Then drizzle some balsamic vinegar on top (but not too much)

"Healthy and delicious!!"

"His eye is on the sparrow . . . "

    "His eye is on the sparrow . . . "    Needham Street, Newton Highlands, Massachusetts     Photo by Marash Girl

Running the Race

Walking around the track this morning, Marash Girl remembered running the 5K race at the Wilbraham Peach Festival several years ago.  As she ran the race with the intention to finish (slow and steady wins the race, said Aesop), a bystander heckled her as others in the race passed her at a speed twice hers.  Marash Girl just laughed as she watched the bystander standing and heckling.  Marash Girl didn't win the race, but she finished the race!  The bystander is probably still standing at the side of the road, awaiting the next opportunity to heckle!

"Womanning" the polls, Newton, Massachusetts

Yesterday was Special Election Day in Newton, Massachusetts. (Ed Markey (D) vs. Gabriel Gomez (R) running for United States Senate and Scott Lennon running unopposed for Newton's Alderman-At-Large.) Having been asked to help "man" the polls, Marash Girl did her level best to do so.  Side by side with her cohort checking folks out after they had voted (there were two ballots), she and her male sidekick hunted for streets, street numbers, and names in their books listing Newton's registered voters.  But as happens in life, the hunt turned into a competition, and, in this case, a competition between men and women, at least that's the way the women waiting to check out saw it, as they cheered Marash Girl on for being the first to find their street and address.  

It pays to pay attention in second grade!!!

Pricey Cure for Kerosene Spill

Turns out that after all that work and fun having the neighborhood yard sale of the year, a real happening of grand proportions, the kerosene spill is going to take as much as was taken in at the yard sale and more to repair.  There's kerosene on the back seats, soaked beyond the upholstery into the foam rubber, on the back of the back seats, and on the back of the back of the back seats.  Vai, vai, vai!  What lesson is to be learned here?

Cure for Kerosene Spill?

Aftermath of the Yard Sale . . . 

Unknown to Marash Girl, there was still kerosene in the antique kerosene stove that she was carting to the site of the yard sale . . . carting in the back of her station wagon.  Unfortunately, the stove was placed on its side, but on the wrong side, and kerosene leaked onto the upholstery which covers the back of the back seats (which had become, at the time, the bottom of the back of the station wagon.) Help!  Can't get rid of that smell.  Had it professionally cleaned, no luck; tried baking soda, no luck; tried white vinegar, no luck.  Leaving windows open but thunderstorms expected! 

Advice, please!

The Bench in Cairo

Two weeks ago, Marash Girl was at her warehouse on a Saturday around lunchtime and saw several police cars in the parking lot, parked near the picnic tables which were in the shade under the trees on the hillside.  Inquiring if there was a problem Marash Girl soon learned that the police were simply enjoying lunch; no problem at all.  That was a relief!  When Marash Girl asked the landlord about it, he just smiled and answered, "Isn't it good to have them here?"

Relating this story to Marash Boy today elicited a telling of one of the first stories that he had ever read in Arabic, a story recorded by a well known 19th Century Egyptian novelist, and published in one of Marash Boy's early Arabic readers.  The story goes like this.

A boy was watching his father build a bench outside of their house.  The boy asked his father, "Why are you building the bench outside of the house?"  The father answered, "Wait and see."  The father completed the construction of the bench and set it outside of the house.

Every night after that, the boy noticed the night watchman for that quarter of Cairo, after making his rounds, sitting outside of their house on the new bench his father had built.

Yard Sale Time!

Having prepared all week for today's yard sale (255 Newtonville Avenue, Newtonville, MA, 8-3), Marash Girl will be (from 6 AM on) busy having fun sharing her antiques and collectibles with whomever comes by to browse.  If you don't know who Marash Girl is, here's your chance to meet her.  Just come to the yard sale today and look for the woman behind the table of antiques and collectibles, grinning from ear to ear, happy to  have put together the "social event of the year"!!! 

If you're Armenian, you'll take great pride in these "facts"!

Marash Girl just received this email from a (non-Armenian) high school classmate who lives in Bali who received the email from an Egyptian Armenian who now lives in Australia.  Can't vouch for the facts, but if you're Armenian, you'll take great pride in these "facts"!

DID YOU KNOW?

The self-wringing sponge named Quickie was invented by PETER VOSBIKIAN

LUTHER SIMJIAN invented the ATM, military flight simulator, and the postage meter
ALBERT KAPIKIAN invented the Rotravirus vaccine injector

ROGER ALTOUNIAN invented the pressured inhaler and sodium therapy

PETER TER-POGOSSIAN was one of the fathers of positron emission tomography (PET) scanner, It was the first functional brain imaging technique

RAYMOND DAMADIAN invented the MRI machine

JIRAYR TEZEL invented the hair transplantation device

VARAZTAD KAZANJIAN is the father of plastic surgery

HAMPAR KELIKIAN invented the limb restoration surgical technique

ARA and BARON DARZI co-invented the minimally invasive robot-assisted surgery

Cybernetic communication expert HAIG KAFAFIAN designed aircraft control and missile guidance systems

EMIK AVAKYAN invented the text to speech to microfilm

ALEX MANOOGIAN is responsible for the single-faucet design (Delta)

ARDASHES AYKANIAN invented the bendy and spoon straw, the firm form of Tupperware, the blue strip on car windshields

RUEN ESKERJIAN invented an anti-aircraft gun during WWII

SEMYON KIRLIAN is the inventor of high-voltage photography

HARRY TOROSSIAN invented the ice cream cone and the Melba toast

HARRY K. DAGHLIAN Jr. was part of the Manhattan Project during WWII.

OSCAR H. BANKER (ASADOOR SARAFIAN) of Chicago is one of the most prolific American inventors. He invented helicopter controls for Sikorsky helicopters and the first practical car automatic transmission. His design is now the standard worldwide

Armenian MELIK TANGIEV of the Soviet Union designed the first oil platform in open sea (the Caspian)

In 1916 STEPHAN STEPANIAN of the US designed the first ready-mix concrete trucks

ED ISKENDERIAN invented (1963) the hydraulic racing camshaft

BORIS BABAYAN is the father of the Soviet superconductor

ARTHUR H. BULBULIAN invented the oxygen mask (A-14) for the US Air Force in 1914

ARDEM MIKOYAN, the younger brother of Soviet politician ANASTAS MIKOYAN, is the co-inventor of the MiG fighter

Mathematician LEONID KHACHIYAN invented the system which solved linear programming problemsconsidered intractable until then.
Armenia-based astronomer VICTOR HAMPARTSOUMIAN was one of the founders of theoretical astrophysics. He did most of his work at the Pyuragan Observatory in Armenia

GIACOMO LUIGI CIAMICIAN, an Armenian-Italian scientist who was nominated nine times for the Nobel Prize, is the father of the solar panel and a number of solar energy applications

In 1954 Dr. EDWARD KEONJIAN, microelectronics guru, designed the first solar-powered, pocket-sized radio transmitter

AVEDIS TEVANIAN was the chief software technology officer and senior VP of software engineering at Apple Computers. He was a pioneer in creating cross platform development environments used worldwide

ALEXANDER KEMURDZIAN, founder of space transport engineering, designed the first Moon and Mars Rovers. In the 1940 he also designed the first remote vehicle.
CHRISTOPHER DER-SEROPIAN was given the first claim patent for the color of the US dollar in 1954

In 1949 RICHARD DONCHIAN developed the trend-timing method of futures investing and introduced the mutual fund concept in money management

HOVHANNES APKAR ADAMIAN made significant improvements to the principles of B/W and color TV broadcasting

The worlds first and most-sophisticated radio-optical telescope was built by Paris Herouni in 1960. It was named the Herouni Mirror Radio Telescope

GREGOR GURZADIAN of Armenia was a pioneer in the construction and use of small space telescopes20 years before the Hubble. He made UV and X-Ray observations on the sun through his space telescope

Dr. ARA MIRZOYAN, formerly of the Pyuragan Observatory in Armenia and now director of the Galaxy Company there, led a team of Armenian scientists in 2012 to make the largest Cherenkov telescope in the world. The 560-tonne HESSE II (High Energy Cosmic Gamma Ray Astronomy) telescope has 875 mirrors and every one of them has the word ARMENIA written on it. The telescope has an area of 600 square metres. The observatory was located in Namibia because atmospheric conditions are most advantageous in that region of South Africa.
[End of email]

We all know that Peter Paul Almond Joy & Mounds were made by Peter Paul Halajian who was a candy retailer in the New Haven, Connecticut, area in the early 20th century. 

And Marash Boy's Armenian friend from Springfield, Massachusetts, invented the flexible straw (although Marash Girl found no confirmation of this fact)!

Yard Sale, Saturday, June 22, 2013, 8-3, Newtonville, Massachusetts

Having forgotten that all of her "yard sale" tables were somewhere on the top of the mountain in Wilbraham, the access barred by fallen trees and fallen neighbors, Marash Girl planned a yard sale for this Saturday, much to Marash Boy's dismay.  Marash Girl's most fun times, Marash Boy's least fun times.  Thus all of yesterday was taken up with collecting borrowed tables from kindly friends to display Marash Girl's antiques and collectibles, books and vintage jewelry, items she has collected over the years, items she no longer needs to look at!  Bargains galore for the lover of beautiful things.  Wanna peek?  Come by 255 Newtonville Avenue, Newton Corner/Newtonville, this Saturday (that's in three days!) from 8 to 3, and browse and buy at 10 cents on the dollar.  Nothing can go back into the house.  That's the deal!

Well, Marash Girl wrote the above in September of 2012, and guess what?  It rained, so there WAS no yard sale and nothing ever even left the house.
BUT the weather man promises that this time the sun will shine, so that on June 22, 8-3, we'll have our yard sale, same bargains, but even more furniture and collectibles!

Hope to see you there!

Welcome, Neighbor!

           

 5 AM:  Wild turkeys consider purchasing home for sale on Newtonville Avenue, Newton Corner

Photo Credit: Marash Girl

A Walk along the Charles River, Watertown Square

A Busman's Holiday, or Just Good Advertising?

Leaving the Apple Store one day at 10 AM, Marash Girl saw one of her favorite Apple employees sitting outside of the store on his break, playing with his iPhone.

Happy Father's Day!

Marash Girl is offering a $20 gift certificate, good for the purchase of books on her website, OldCornerBooks.com, to the first 10 fathers who email her with an interesting personal vignette about an experience they have had being a father, or a vignette about their father.  Please write the vignette in English, and include your name, email address and written permission for Marash Girl to use your vignette (if she so chooses) in this blog.    All vignettes must be sent to books@oldcornerbooks.com and received by Friday, June 21, 2013.   In the meantime, enjoy the day!

Ripe Bananas plaguing you?

Bananas are among Marash Girl's earliest memories:  bananas ripening in a beautiful bowl, a bowl that had been a wedding gift to her parents, and ripening faster than anyone could eat them.  Early on, she didn't realize that her mother, better known as Grandma Jennie, was deliberate in her purchase of more bananas than the family could possibly eat in a week. Grandma Jennie would return to the grocery store regularly and, yes, buy more bananas. . . so what happened to those blackening bananas? Read on or scroll down.

Grandpa Peter's earliest memories of bananas came after his escape from the Armenian Genocide (1915-1922), when he arrived on the shores of the United States and caught his first sight of a bunch of bananas on the wharf in the harbor of New York City:  "I was fascinated," he would relate, "by the sight of the largest woman I had ever seen eating a banana. She would eat one, then peel another, eat that one, and peel another, banana after banana, though I didn't know what she was eating, as I had never seen a banana before that day." Particularly poignant, since he had gone with very little to eat for years . . .

And then, throughout Marash Girl's childhood, she would hear her dad sing, with laughter in his voice,  after eyeing the big bowl of bananas on the dining room buffet,

Yes we have no bananas
We have no bananas today
We have string beans and onions
Cabbages and scallions
And all kinds of fruit, and say

We have an old fashioned tomato
A Long Island potato
But yes we have no bananas
We have no bananas today

Yes we have no bananas
We have no bananas today
We have string beans and onions
Cabbages and scallions
And all kinds of fruit, and say

We have an old fashioned tomato
A Long Island potato
But yes we have no bananas
We have no bananas today

So what do you do with a ripe banana (or a drunken sailor, for that matter), or a whole bowl full of ripe bananas?  Most women of today would answer, "You freeze them!"  After, of course, peeling them!  But Marash Girl's mother, Grandma Jennie, would wait until those bananas were good and black, and then make the most delicious banana bread anyone had ever tasted!  And that was her secret. Over-ripe bananas. You, too can make the most delicious banana bread anyone has ever tasted -- just grab the recipe for "Grandma's Banana Bread" from the internet, take those over ripe bananas, either from your kitchen counter or from your freezer, and use them in your recipe of choice for banana bread.  Oh, and don't forget to add real vanilla flavoring, whether or not the recipe calls for it.  (Sometimes Marash Girl substitutes "strawberry yogurt" for the sour milk called for in the recipe.)

But if it's summer, as hopefully it will be soon, and you don't want to heat up the kitchen by turning on the oven, there are other possibilities for those ripe bananas sitting in your freezer.  One, of course, is making a milk shake with a frozen banana and a glass of milk blended up in your blender (with a dash of real vanilla for a special treat).  Try it at four in the afternoon when you're ready for a break and a treat!  And more recently, a mother told me how she prepares ice cream for her kids without worrying about the calories.  "I freeze up ripe bananas, too, but before freezing them, I peel them, slice them and throw them in baggies in the freezer.  Then, when my kids want ice cream, I throw the frozen sliced bananas in the cuisinart and and blend them up until they're the consistency of sherbet, and the kids love their banana ice cream!"  Marash Girl hasn't tried this yet, but when she does, she's going to throw a few frozen strawberries in the mix, and, of course, add her favorite ingredient, real vanilla flavoring!

June 16, 2012: Artistry on Plum Island, Newburyport, Massachusetts

Creation of Sand, Plum Island, Newburyport, Massachusetts

Creation of Driftwood, Plum Island, Newburyport, Massachusetts

Reality and Remembrance

Whenever "Grandpa Peter" went to a funeral, as he sat in the pew listening to the eulogy for the soul recently passed, he would ask anyone within hearing distance, a twinkle in his eye, "Who is this fellow?  I don't think I ever knew him!"

52 Pickup

In elementary school (we called it grammar school in the day), the bad boys would always greet the newest arrival in class with the following invitation:  "Wanna play 52 pickup?"  The unsuspecting "new kid" in the class would be delighted, feeling that he had just been invited to "join the gang"!  Little did he know . . . On accepting the invitation, the "new kid" would be greeted with a hail of 52 cards strewn all over the highly polished wooden floor on the second level of the old Claflin Grammar School, and as he bent over to gather all of the cards up, he became the "butt" of many a joke by then yet to be identified jokesters!

Years later, Marash girl recognized a similar game, unannounced, played by untoward supervisors in the Boston Public School system, without the cards, of course . . . any of you out there recognize the game?

But 52 Pickup, that game that Marash Girl first came upon at Claflin School, was a regular form of exercise for one of the teachers in the Boston Public Schools, and a good one at that! Whenever the teachers in the department were waiting for a meeting to begin, she could be counted on to play the old game of 52 pickup, her daily form of exercise -- tossing a deck of cards to the floor, she would bend from the waist  --  52 times to the floor and back, picking up one card at a time -- without ever counting!

Mystery at Cold Spring Park: The Handwriting on the Wall

"This is to inform you that I didn't die young." (Look to the left side of the cement foundation for the hand printed message.)                               Photo by Marash Girl

Walking through Cold Spring Park on a cold spring day, Marash Girl and Marash Boy came upon an old cellar hole with the following message printed neatly on the cracked cement foundation:

"This is to inform you that I didn't die young."

Unsure as to who wrote the message or why, whether the owner of the house or the house itself was the "I" in the sentence, and who the "you" was meant to be, Marash Boy and Marash Girl decided to depart the scene quietly, leaving the mystery  for a Newton author of the mystery genre to discover and uncover!

Bavarians originated in Armenia?

We from Marash have always suspected that we may have Germanic roots . . partially because of the local name of our city, "Germanikia" (Latin & Old Armenian) and our periodical, "Kermanig" - And partly because of our appearance --   Marash Girl's father was blonde with blue eyes, her sister and brother both blonde with blue eyes, her husband with blue eyes and white skin, (he's also Marashtsi), and her children, all but one, blonde with blue eyes!  And partly because tradition has it that the Germans stopped over during the Crusades, and some stayed!

Here's the other side of the story written by a friend from Germany:

"I am still convinced of the  Bavarians' origin from Armenia, as it was told here in the Middle Ages! ;-)
Germanicia as a name existed in the Roman Empire.
Colored Easter eggs are also a tradition here. In the old days they were colored with different natural colors (among them onion skins) and were made shiny with bacon. . . 

"And there is a kind of game pecking the hard boiled Easter eggs to another and the one whose egg does not break can keep both.

"I think you can find all you want to know in

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Annolied (copied below):"

Bavarians descended from Armenians

In the poem, folk tales collected by the Bavarians, telling of the exodus of their ancestors from Armenia. In particular, states that Armenians still speak the language, which initially Bavarians talked . The name "Bavaria" is derived from the name of an Armenian prince Bayorus, which led his tribe came from Armenia, from the vicinity of Mount Ararat, and breaking a long way, made it to Germany, settling in the south and the land called by his name "Bavaria".

Fragment in the original old-Germanic

Here is an excerpt from the poem in the original version, the old-Germanic language, which describes the history of the Bavarians. Duo sich Beirelant wider in virmaz, Die mêrin Reginsburch her se bisaz, Dâ vanter inne Helm unti brunigen, Manigin helit guodin, Die dere burg hû[h]din. Wiliche Knechti dir wêrin, Deist in heidnischin buochin mêri. Dâ lisit man Noricus ensis, Daz diudit ein suert Beierisch, Wanti si woldin wizzen Daz inge[m]ini baz nibizzin, Die man dikke durch den helm slûg; Demo liute was ie diz ellen gût. Dere geslehte dare quam wîlin êre Von Armenie der hêrin, Dâ Nôê ûz der arkin gîng, Dûr diz olizuî von der tûvin intfieng: Iri zeichin noch du archa havit Ûf den bergin Ararat. Man sagit daz dar in halvin noch sîn Die dir Diutischin sprecchin, Ingegin India vili verro. Peiere vûrin ie ziwîge gerno: Den sigin den Cêsar an un gewan Mit bluote mûster in geltan. and much better as I could tell.

The problem of the Bavarians is their uncertain origin. All other German tribes (Saxons, Thuringians, Swabians, Franconians ...)are mentioned early in the chronicles and historians know about their routes in the "time of migration of the peoples" (is that the correct expression?).
The Bavarians come up relatively late (not before mid - 6th century) and it is still unknown where they really originated from, although there are several theories. Maybe they have already been there since Roman times, but it is also possible - as malicious people say - that they are descendants of those left back just in that migration time because of orthopeadic problems ;-)

So stating, a descendance from the oldest people in the world could be an attempt to solve that problem. In the Middle Ages chronologists had no scruples!  End of Wikipedia Article.

Back in the United States, Gary Lind-Sinanian, curator of the Armenian Library and Museum of America, wrote the following in answer to the inquiry :

I suppose it is possible, but unlikely. Every early people tried to polish up their history by associating retroactively with other earlier prestigious peoples or dynasties. Basic human nature. In this case, simply immigrating from the East was too ambiguous, so the association became tied to a direct migration from Mt. Ararat/ Armenia. All fun and speculation, but no evidence to back-up the notion.

I once told someone that “the Armenians invented the doorknob” with a straight face (I was kidding). Two months later a California Armenian informed me that his local paper just published the little-known fact that Armenians invented the doorknob! These things can take on a life of their own.

Clotheslines or the Gym?

The sight of an old clothesline in the heart of suburban Sagamore Beach (see Marash Girl's photo) jarred Marash Girl.  Once (and not so long ago) we carried heavy baskets of wet clothes out to the fresh air to hang on our back yard clotheslines -- the sunshine (if it was sunny) and fresh air (if we didn't live too close to a highway) revived us and the exercise (lifting and carrying weight, bending, stretching) energized (or alternatively exhausted) us.

Today we throw our wet clothes into the electric (or gas) dryer (consuming untold amounts of energy) and drive to the gym for our exercise.  Who's kidding whom?  Are we really emancipated or have we given up a wonderfully natural form of exercise (and don't forget the part about chatting over the back yard fence) for the artifice of weights inside an airless, sunless gym full of stressed bodies anxious to go through the motions that are required in today's world of perfectly toned bodies?

Of course, there's always gardening in the summer and shoveling in the winter . . . 

Your words may live beyond you . . .

"We suffered; now it's your turn."  Those were the words handed to Marash Girl when, one day, desperate, she had turned to an aunt for help with her four children.  Luckily, Marash Girl never took that "turn", as for her, bringing up her children was a joy.  But those words did serve as a different kind of warning, for when Marash Girl wondered what she would write about today,  those very words rang out loud and clear in her memory, words spoken by a woman long since gone from this earth.  The warning?  Take care with what you say because you never know what words will live beyond you.

Yellow Ribbons: Watertown Strong, Boston Strong

Watertown Square, 1/2 mile from the capture of the Boston Marathon  terrorists.
Memorializing the cities' strength in the face of adversity, yellow ribbons decorate the trees along Mt. Auburn Street.
Photo by Marash Girl

The Old Clothesline

                Sagamore Beach:   The Old Clothesline, or, Still Hanging In There.   Photo by Marash Girl.

Don't go to bed angry . . .

In junior high school,  verbal parry was king, and among the favorites was the following:

"Don't go away mad; just go away!"

Yesterday, Marash Girl visited a home where a plaque hung on the wall with the following message:

"Don't go to bed angry; stay awake and fight!"

She's guessing that the originator of the plaque may have attended her junior high school!

Dorothy West's Desk

Hidden in the manuscript archives of the Schlesinger Library, Harvard University, is a prized possession:  the desk on which Dorothy West wrote her short stories, essays and novel.  The question is, how did Marash Girl get into the archives to photograph the desk . . . !!!

From Wikipedia:

Dorothy West was a novelist and short story writer during the time of the Harlem Renaissance. She is best known for her novel The Living Is Easy, as well as many other short stories and essays, about the life of an upper-class black family.  She was  born in Boston on June 2, 1907, and died in Boston on August 16, 1998.

More on Memory . . .

Overheard at Radcliffe Day in response to the guest speaker's presentation . . . 

"There was a moment of spark, but I don't remember what it was . . ."

Memory . . .

Overheard at Starbuck's . . .

"I can't remember!"

"But you're not that old!"

"My brain is older than I am!"

Lobster Rolls in Monson, Massachusetts?

Marash Girl, a lover of lobster, and especially lobster rolls,  returning from a (sad) visit to Wilbraham, consumed  (in totality) the king of lobster rolls.  On a toasted bun and covered with melted butter, the lobster roll, served hot, (can you believe it?) was full of succulent large, tender pieces of lobster.  Upon asking the owner why she served her lobster rolls hot, she answered,
"My husband comes from New Haven. The folks in New Haven always serve their lobster rolls hot!"



An unlikely place to stop if you didn't know better, CJ's  hot lobster roll is worth the trip out Route 20 to Monson/Palmer, Massachusetts:

371 Wilbraham St, Palmer, MA 01069 (413) 283-2196

 And for those of you who prefer burgers to lobster, CJ's offers your choice of 2 hamburgers, 2 cheeseburgers or 2 hot dogs with fries for $4.99!!!

You can eat outdoors or more sedately indoors in a rather nicely paneled dining area.

The only reason you might think twice about stopping at CJ's (if you didn't know better) is its location, right next to the  Magic Lantern, a strip joint that's been going strong on Route 20 (Boston Road), Monson, MA since at least the 1940's!