On Veterans’ Day Maura had the day off from school and
Jennifer took a day off from work so we made a trip into Boston for the day.
Our destination in the city was the West End Museum a small museum dedicated to
documenting the old West End neighborhood of Boston and preserving its
heritage. I had wanted to go for several months, ever since I had noticed the
sign for it on a previous trip into the city. I thought it would be good for
Maura to learn about the West End. We haven’t been able to determine for certain but it’s
quite possible some of her ancestors might have lived there before moving to
less central parts of Boston.
The West End Museum is small but fascinating. It gives a
glance into memories lovingly preserved of a place where people were happy to
live. It was once a multi-ethnic immigrant neighborhood where people from many
places got their start in America. The museum also holds up an example of bad
government—the urban renewal projects of the 1950s that destroyed the
neighborhood and displaced its residents. The result might have been higher
property values but not a more vibrant city. At least lessons have been
learned. Redevelopment in Boston no longer includes the
demolition of entire neighborhoods.
Our trip to the museum was enhanced by our host, an older
gentleman who lived in the West End in its last days and shared his memories of
it with us. He gave us a personal guided tour of the museum. It isn’t often
that we get such a personal glimpse of the past, even when the past is still
within living memory. We gave what we could to the museum when we left—the
museum does not charge for admission but it does accept donations. I wish we
could have given more.
After our visit to the museum we spent some time in today’s
Boston. We walked from the West End to Chinatown where we planned to have
lunch. On the way we passed Boston’s Veteran’s Day parade. It was good to see
the city honoring those who have served. The highlight of the parade was the
Boston Police Gaelic Column, a pipe and drum band that plays on ceremonial
occasions. It is one of Boston’s traditions and the sound seemed to bring us
into the life of the city as it passed.
After the parade we made our way into Chinatown
where we had lunch at Pho Pasteur. We enjoyed our spring rolls and pho, the
Vietnamese soup that is the restaurant’s specialty. It was perfect for a chilly
November day.
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