A black and white cartoon my mother cut out of a magazine twenty-some years ago is still etched in my memory. A seemingly apprehensive young woman was about to step onto the scale. The caption read, “Please God, please! Let me weigh 110 and then everything in my life will be perfect. ” I can still hear my mother giggling.
Since 1962, the people behind the scenes of the Festival of the Arts Inc., a not-for-profit organization, have provided the town of Marblehead with an annual event some say is unrivaled anywhere in the country. Greg Triplett, a lifelong volunteer and Festival board member, is one of those people.
His name may not sound familiar, and his face may blend into the chaos of the cursory morning routine. But if you stop and look closely you will see him right where he has been for the last nine years, helping the children make their way across Village Street.
In a far away land, the family and friends of eleven-year-old Makenzie Cote are as busy as Santa’s elves. A team of mothers, fathers, sisters, mother-in-laws, father-in-laws and friends are hard at work creating magic: handmade jewelry, hangers, wine bags, pot holders, dishcloths, slippers, greeting cards, nightlights and dolls.
On September 11th of this year, we drove our thirteen-year-old daughter to a boarding school for children with learning differences.
It was the second-worst day in memory. The first was when she was three months old and the pediatrician told me she had fragile X syndrome.