"There was my grandmother (Berube) whose house was on the corner of Pemberton
and Sherman Sts. and who had a small store a stone’s throw away just over
the RR tracks. How often as a young boy I used to drop in to her shop and
always receive the gift of several pieces of candy". —LOUIS GRENIER, SJ
"Well, hot rods were the thing. All the guys wanted to own the fastest car in
the neighborhood. The owner of the Mobil (formerly a Jenny in the early
1940s) gas station at Mass. Ave. and Alewife Brook Parkway at that time was
John “Porky” Pochask, an engineer who worked for Market Forge in Everett.
John let all of us work different shifts at the gas station and work on our
cars, too".—JAY MILLIKEN
"One special day in third grade around 1942 stands out in my mind. Since my
father had died when I was three years old, my older brother, Sonny, became
somewhat of a surrogate in his stead. As it would happen, parents/teachers
afternoon took place during his furlough home to recover from the malaria he
had contracted in the South Pacific. He told me he’d like to come to see the
teachers that day. I was so proud". BEVERLY RYAN DOUCETTE
"In 1948, living in Cambridge I transferred to the Rindge Technical School. I
only lasted four days there as they said I would have to repeat my junior
year because I had missed so much school filling in at Costas Lunch in
Porter Square. After working in the lunchroom my own age group seemed so
immature that I quit, saying I would go back later. I did, but that was 20
years later".—GEORGE TRAGANOS
"There is a newness that waits to be found every day, and not many people go into the Alewife Reservation, compared to the number who whiz by it on Route 2 or Fresh Pond Parkway." --LOWRY PEI
