A few weeks ago Jack and I visited Boston for a quick birthday getaway. In my last post I wrote about the interesting things we saw and did. Now I’d like to finish the re-cap of our trip with a post dedicated to my mother. Judith grew up in Massachusetts and spent much of her young adulthood in Boston. Since I find it interesting to see the homes that my relatives lived in, I asked my mother to write down her list of past residences for us to visit. With that list, Jack and I then took a tour back in time to when Beacon Hill and Commonwealth Ave were not the inaccessibly expensive places to live in this city.
For several years my mother lived on Beacon Hill in a pre-war apartment on Revere Street with her first husband, Bob. Bob Venturi was a talented photographer who documented the city, and his wife. His photographs are beautiful and some of the best I’ve seen of my mother. You can tell they were taken through the lens of a loved one.
During my visit I photographed parts of Beacon Hill as well, making a point to stop on Revere street to snap a shot of her old home. Looking at the photos she says not much has changed, accept that the paint has been stripped from the front door back to it’s original wood paneling.