With all that is going on, perhaps a pause is called for
By David Fortier Come Sunday morning, the hope is the cardinal that has been outside our bedroom window will still be there to greet us, the cardinal along with the…
Read MoreBy David Fortier Come Sunday morning, the hope is the cardinal that has been outside our bedroom window will still be there to greet us, the cardinal along with the…
Read MoreCompiled by Dave Greenleaf 150 Years Ago – May 1872 A destructive fire occurred last Thursday caused by sparks from the locomotive setting fire to dry leaves near Cuss Gutter….
By David Fortier Come Sunday morning, Mary and I will be preparing for a family party, this time a going away party for child No. 3, who is coming close…
By David Fortier Come Sunday morning, Mary will have celebrated a birthday and will have received birthday greetings in-person, via Facebook, and, of course, from the family, texts with confetti…
By David Fortier Come Sunday morning, Mary and I will have gotten through our bout with COVID-19. On Saturday evening we both took rapid tests and tested negative, which is…
by Jack Krampitz As the years have gone by, it has been very touching to me that so many people who I don’t even know have reached out to me…
By David Fortier Come Sunday morning, Mary and I will have celebrated the oldest’s 38th birthday along with family and friends, a party which will be interrupted by rain, but…
By David Fortier Come Sunday morning, the Happy Mother’s Day greeting will be appearing on the family text thread along with some photos and emojis, and there are just a…
By David Fortier Come Sunday morning, Mary and I will have admired—well, not admired, but commented on our lawn, spotted as it is with wild onion plants—on our way to…
Compiled by Dave Greenleaf 150 Years Ago – April 1872 The freight train from the west met with disaster just above the North Village. An axle broke throwing off a…
By David Fortier Come Sunday morning, Mary will have started working a bit in the yard, but the weather is still not ideal—better but not what one might expect this…
By Jack Krampitz We in Bristol do not have the Mississippi. We don’t have the Hudson. We don’t have the Connecticut. We don’t even have the Farmington. But we do…
By David Fortier Come Sunday morning, Easter Sunday at the Fortier household, we will have gone to Mass at 8 a.m. and then hit the road for our Easter dinner…
By David Fortier Come Sunday morning, Mary and I will have attended another Hartford Stage production, this time Neil Simon’s Lost in Yonkers, starring Marsha Mason, who also co-directed. She…
By David Fortier Come Sunday morning, the week will have wound up with me watching a couple of NCAA basketball games, two women’s games (UConn) and two men’s (Duke and…
Compiled by Dave Greenleaf 150 Years Ago – March 1872 On Saturday evening there were rowdy times in the saloon neighborhood. Albro Castle, John Atkins, Eugene Lane, Wallace Allen and…
By Jack Krampitz When TBE Editor Dave Fortier announced our first ever fund-raising campaign on Sunday, the writing staff never imagined the support we would get from all over Bristol…
By David Fortier Come Sunday morning, TBE will have finally set up our links for readers to support our efforts. On our website, there is a green box with the…
By David Fortier Come Sunday morning, our Bristol Central Rams boys basketball team will have capped a tremendous season by beating the Northwest Catholic Lions in the Division II state…
By David Fortier Come Sunday morning, the clocks will have been turned ahead an hour and I will have stopped ranting about why, “Why do we need to play around…