Word: gardens
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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Apartheid doesn't seem real until you are forced to recognize it; the 18 million blacks who live in South Africa barely intrude on the white outsider's consciousness, until you hear a liberal white South African talk about the boy who tends the garden and realize the boy is 50 years old. Or a friendly Afrikaaner tells you, "We built this country," adding proudly, "If it wasn't for us, there would be nothing here but huts"--refusing to recognize that it was cheap black labor that did the building. Or a liberal white says, "Really...
...Woman screaming on Chauncy and Garden"...Sgt. Peter A. O'Hare, supervisor for the 12 a.m.-to-8 a.m. shift, pulls onto Mass Ave and turns on the speed. Cars block his way--he uses the manual light switch. The cars clear. he turns down Shepard. "Negative, disregard woman screaming." ..."Car 1 to' base...It looks like the woman was just leaving the party at Bertram with a friend...
...been patched with plywood since thieves broke in to steal last spring. They only got $1, the bishop happily reports, and were lucky at that. Normally there is nothing of value in the house. The $1 had been put aside to buy seeds for the large, ragged vegetable garden that provides most of his food. "Funny thing," says Bishop Topel. "I've only bought one packet of seeds in the ten years I've lived here." That first packet apparently gave him a flying start on the rows of beans, peas, carrots, squash, turnips, potatoes, Jerusalem artichokes...
...follows that the bishop does not favor rich viands, even for an occasional guest. A recent lunch visitor found himself dispatched to the garden to pluck a lettuce. As he rinsed it he was confronted with a choice between fish-head soup and lentil soup. (Not straight fish heads, the host explained. Those go for fertilizer. Rather a nourishing fish-head broth.) The guest chose lentils. Followed by some lettuce leaves, drenched in dill-pickle juice, and then by rolls (left by a neighbor) that the bishop turned into dessert by adding some home-grown rhubarb. Such frugality...
Eric Fried, your music critic, must have gotten lost on the Arborway line on the way to see Neil Young at the Boston Garden...