About Me!
July 10th, 2005
Hello! I’m Kristine Munroe-Mahoney. I’m a music & food loving Jersey girl residing outside of Boston, in West Newton, Massachusetts. I’ve been living outside of Boston since April 2004 when I moved here from California with my now-husband Matt. We got married on September 22, 2007 and we’re expecting our first child this November — a little boy!!
I also write for (and moderate) The Garden City: A Newton Blog and am a contributor at KeenForGreen, writing about green home, gardening, and more. I work as a Web Content Producer for Lasell College.
Enjoy the blog!
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Hi Krissy,
My name is Angela Nelson and I am a senior content producer for Boston.com. I was hoping to talk to you about your Newton blog - thegardencity.net. Would you be willing to share your e-mail address with me? I can be reached at annelson@boston.com.
Thanks,
Angela
picked up your thoughts about the poor Karaoke presenters you encountered recently, congrats on the forthcoming arrival!
Thanks!
Krissy,
I’m so grateful for your postings about the Fernald School which I just now found today, so many years after you disclosed them, because my father was housed there for the first 12 years of his life.
Born in 1915, he was deposited there when God-bless-Massachusetts determined that his mother, committed to a sanitarium before his birth, could not care for him. You are right; my father’s abstract reasoning ability is limited, but probably due to the beatings over the head by a brass belt buckle he endured at the hands of foster “care” and, God knows, those in charge at the school.
Dad is uncannily sensitive, absolutely forgiving, always apologetic, and spectacularly musical and dramatic. He received trumpet lessons at the school, and went on to become head bugler for his regiment during WWII. The only Christmas gift he remembers being given, a harmonica, he taught himself how to play. Years later, after running away from the school to travel the “rails” across the deep south, he would carve a pair of “bones” for himself out of a John Deere plowhandle; to this day, he can still play both - simultaneously - to the delight and amazement of all who hear him.
After joining the Army just in time for the war, he met my mother during a night train trip to NYC for R&R. Their story is unlike any other, assuredly, and one which has appeared many times over the years in our local paper, the ERIE TIMESNEWS. I have two brothers, and while all three of us are the proud bearers of college degrees, we thank our father for the life of love, faith, simple acceptance, and gratitude he represents to this very day.
I wonder if you have collected any first-hand accounts of the many childhood residents of the Fernald School. You may contact me anytime. Thanks!
Ruth Ann Scanzillo