The Hebronian December 2008 Page 1 Volume 7, Issue 3 ... - Gulemo
The Hebronian December 2008 Page 1 Volume 7, Issue 3 ... - Gulemo
The Hebronian December 2008 Page 1 Volume 7, Issue 3 ... - Gulemo
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“<strong>The</strong>y don’t make town’s like that anymore!” This is typical of the e-<br />
mail comments I enjoy from readers of my website who are hopefully<br />
treated by recollections of what it was like to live over 40 years ago in<br />
the rural section of Hebron called “Gilead.” Throughout those 40 years<br />
of raising a family away from my hometown, it was always a treat for<br />
me to frequently re-visit Hebron and Gilead with my kids and point<br />
out over and over again the places, and tell over and over again, the<br />
stories of that special place where I grew up in a family of five kids—on<br />
a 400 acre dairy farm yet. At the time, I could only entertain visions<br />
of extricating myself from a small town to an urban place of exciting<br />
city life—away from farms and country folk with country ways I could<br />
not fully appreciate. In the summers I rode the tractor around the hay<br />
fields (and let me tell you it was a different experience from driving<br />
tractors today) dreaming of someday having an office in a busy place<br />
and wearing a suit and tie to work every day. I learned the meaning<br />
of “Be careful for what you ask—you may get it!” and I did.<br />
At Left: With Ronald Miner Hughes, Jason Castonguay, concert pianist &<br />
vocalist and family friend.<br />
At Right: sister Betty Miner Cordani (center); Nephew Michael Cordani<br />
(left); and Brother-in-law Bruno Cordani (right) at their Gilead home of<br />
over 50 years.<br />
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<strong>The</strong> <strong>Hebronian</strong> <strong>December</strong> <strong>2008</strong> <strong>Page</strong> 24<br />
HOME AGAIN IN GILEAD—After over 40 years!<br />
by Ronald Miner Hughes<br />
Years later, for many years I<br />
got my fill of office, suit and<br />
tie, and all that goes with it.<br />
However, those colleagues and<br />
patients who visited any of my<br />
offices would always inquire<br />
about my pictures and trinkets<br />
of cows, and farms and, of<br />
course, had no idea what they<br />
were in for when they asked.<br />
<strong>The</strong> tables had turned—there<br />
I was, at one point with 2 offices<br />
at the same time, dealing<br />
with meetings, telephone calls,<br />
3 rd Pay phone number installed<br />
in Hebron at the “old” RHAM High<br />
in 1957. <strong>The</strong> first was at Hebron<br />
Elementary School and the 2 nd at<br />
Frank & Marion’s Grocery Store.<br />
deadlines, consultations, presentations, projects—with suit and tie and<br />
secretaries, to boot—but this time, dreaming of living in the country,<br />
near the cows and farms, and woods, and the likes. And now, after<br />
well over 40 years, I’ve come full circle and am delightfully, home<br />
again—not in just a small town, but the hometown where the memories<br />
were and are. But, now, I’m almost the stranger in town—to most,<br />
anyway. As I talk with my classmates (none left in town), who still<br />
hold Hebron close to heart, we say, “Who are these people living in our<br />
town <strong>The</strong>y don’t know about all the things that once were—but yet,<br />
they say, “Welcome to our town.” <strong>The</strong>n they say after my response,<br />
“Welcome back!” And, of course, I say, “It’s great to be back!” And I<br />
think, “Oh, there are so many wonderful things I remember. I wonder<br />
if they’d like to know about these wonderful stories of half a century<br />
ago. <strong>The</strong>n, to my delight, I see, “Ah, they do!” I discover all these<br />
“new” people are interested and have gleaned from those still around<br />
from yesteryear, for lack of a better word, a “delicious” collection of<br />
not only 40 or 50 years—but 300 years and are celebrating it. What<br />
a wonderful time to have come back home. Can you imagine—and<br />
I know you can, what it’s like for your grandchild to say, “Grampy—<br />
show me the cows,” and I do.<br />
I wonder still, “Will people want to know<br />
what it was like to have dances at the Grange<br />
Hall, and have Christmas Caroling on hayrides,<br />
and ice skating on Way’s pond Will<br />
people want to know what it was like to listen<br />
carefully when your party line phone rang to<br />
know if it would be a double ring to indicate<br />
it was for you—or would it turn out to be one<br />
long and one short for Bob Warner’s house,<br />
or 3 short for Homer Hills’s house—or one<br />
long for Mr. and Mrs. Way’s house Does<br />
anyone care that their telephone numbers<br />
at that time were 3-0152 for the Warners,<br />
3-3623 for the Hills, or 3-4426 for the Way’s<br />
Will anyone care that in the 1950’s when<br />
we lived in Gilead, we had a Willimantic<br />
telephone number, and an Andover mailing<br />
address Will anyone care that Billy Hills<br />
was our postmaster and he knew everyone by<br />
first name and there were no street numbers<br />
Will anyone care that my Dad, Ralph Miner,<br />
had to call ACademy 8-3146 to ask Doug or<br />
Mary Porter for a permit to burn trash Will<br />
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