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BLESS ME FATHER by Peter Nolan Smith

January 30, 2025 – 8:38 am

Written February 10, 2022 My First Holy Communion and Confirmation of Faith to the Catholic Church took place at a church in Maine in 1960. My mother dressed me in white to symbolize the purity of my soul, although she had me wear a red jacket with a black velvet lapel. I had a fight […]

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HEAVY METAL ACCORDION by Peter Nolan Smith

January 30, 2025 – 1:35 am

Every boy has a best friend in his youth. In 1959 I was lucky enough to have two; my older brother Frunk and a neighbor. Chaney and I attended the same kindergarten class at Pinewood Elementary in Falmouth Maine and we did almost everything together boys were supposed to do that far north. In the […]

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NEW YEAR’S EVE ALL RIGHT by Peter Nolan Smith

December 31, 2024 – 1:10 pm

In the Spring of 1969 my teenage sweetheart’s mother was dating a Chilean pianist. One Friday evening the two adults left the brunette cheerleader in charge of the house and after she put her younger brother to bed, I came over for a study session. An hour at the books was our passport to a […]

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JOURNAL ENTRY DECEMBER 27, 1978 – EAST VILLAGE

December 27, 2024 – 5:52 pm

. The visit to my family in the Blue Hills had been comforting, but I hadn’t said a single word about Alice’s possible pregnancy. Not to my parents or sisters or brothers. At the dinner table I saw how proud my father was of his wife and family and I asked, if I would feel […]

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Journal Entry December 26, 1977

December 26, 2024 – 1:48 am

From 2020 Christmas dinner at my parents in Milton has been very pleasant, although my youngest brother Michael, was dying to tell the family that he was gay. I whispered at the dining table, “Don’t do it now. Only Mom doesn’t know you’re gay.” “Dad does?” “He never said so much, but you’re sort of […]

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