The Scent of Suffield

When we were kids, one of the highlights of any trip downtown was the possibility of stopping at the gas station on Mountain Road. While the service guy sauntered out to fill up the family station wagon, the four of us would have our heads out the windows taking deep, gasoline infused breaths as, believe it or not, we loved that gasoline aroma. If it wasn’t necessary to fill up, we would continue to the old Suffield Hardware which was at the bottom of the hill, and there we would be let loose to roam the back which was mostly a feed store. We’d plunge our arms into the bins of sweet feed and rabbit pellets and take in those wonderful smells of alfalfa and molasses while our mother bought light bulbs. Some days, if we were really lucky my dad would drive us around town, again with the windows down, as he sought out farms that had just spread manure on the fields.

Brooks

The Observer is sad to report that Brooks, the abandoned terrier adopted by a caring Enfield couple, passed away in May due to health complications.

Palm Warblers and Other Strangers

When my brothers and I were growing up, my parents were not on orange alert about strangers. While my friends were all being lectured about the dangers of unknown people in their lives, my parents were throwing caution to the wind. In fact, their eyes would light up whenever we encountered an interloper in our travels. My dad would roll down the window in the rental car and offer the unsuspecting hitchhiker way more than a ride. The stranger would be given the opportunity to “show the kids around the area” and to earn 10 dollars while doing so.

May Bird Migration Has Begun!

Each spring, thousands of birds make their annual trek north from their winter grounds in South or Central American or the Caribbean to their “summer homes” in the North via one of four flyways through the United States. In the eastern U.S., the birds follow a route referred to as the Atlantic Flyway.