Rhode Island from 35,000 Feet
River + Mill = Town
The Pawtuxet River and the valley it carved on its way to the Narragansett Bay imprinted itself forever in my mind and in my memory. After leaving my boyhood home over sixty-eight years ago, the river keeps coming back to me, and it grows larger each time I revisit it in my imagination.
During my life away from the Pawtuxet, as I matured and tasted different layers of life’s experiences, my mind always takes me back to my boyhood home and neighborhood and the mill town of Natick on the Pawtuxet River. It seems I am compelled to go back in memory, as a sort of sanity check, to compare where I am now in life with the life I knew as a boy growing up along its banks.