RIP, Bosch … and Saturday wrap-up☕❄️ + 🎶

😊From the Worcester Historical Museum😊
30 Elm St.🎄🎄🎄🎄


Wednesday, December 4, 4:30 PM

All are invited to join us at 30 Elm St. to review the busy past 12 months, participate in the election of officers, and learn about what is ahead for Worcester’s past.

❄️😊⛄🦌Spend some time at Worcester Historical Museum and Salisbury Mansion this December….


Winter Whimsy❄️❄️

Extended days for Salisbury Mansion for the Holidays:
November 29 through January 5
1-4 PM

Join us at Salisbury Mansion for a new twist on the season as decorators let their imaginations run to whimsy and fun.

The mansion will be decked out for the holidays beginning the Friday after Thanksgiving.

$5 per person, members free, 1-4 PM, Wednesday through Sunday

🍎Each room is expertly appointed with a Winter Whimsy theme:

Southeast Chamber/Dollhouse Room: TOYLAND, TOYLAND
Northwest Chamber: FESTIVE WORCESTER

🎄Evening Candlelight Tours will be illuminating the mansion on Fridays, November 29-January 3, 4:30-6:30PM. There is a separate entrance fee of $10 per person/NO PASSES. Salisbury Mansion is only open at night to the public on the above Friday evenings.💒💒

Please note: Salisbury Mansion will be open five days a week in December…for all to enjoy this historic home during the holidays.

Salisbury Mansion guests will also receive a coupon for a complimentary visit to Worcester Historical Museum.


⛄Saturday, December 14, 10 AM-4 PM

The museum’s archives include photographs of holiday celebrations at home and at work, public displays, and visits to Santa Claus…all mid-twentieth century. Become part of the community photo album. Bring YOUR favorite Christmas photo to the library for scanning.


Saturday, December 7, 10AM-1PM

🐻Go on a Bear Romp, enjoy a Puppet Show, write a letter to Santa, play bingo with Mrs. Claus, arts⛄ and crafts❄️, make a gingerbread house, and much more. Sandwiches, cocoa and cookies will be served!

Reservations are required.

Children must be accompanied by an adult. Member adult $12; Member child $10; Non-member adult $15; Non-member child $12; Children under 3 free.



This Thanksgiving Make Your Own Vegan Holiday Roast with Sage Stuffing!♥️

Love that sage stuffin’!


♥️For the Sage Stuffing:

1/2 cup finely diced onions

1/2 cup finely diced celery

1/2 cup finely diced carrots

1 1/2 tsp. fresh, minced garlic

2 Tbsp. corn oil

1/2 tsp. sage

1/4 tsp. chopped basil

3/4 tsp. salt

1/8 tsp. black pepper

3 Tbsp. vegetable bouillon

1 cup water

2 cups whole-wheat or white bread crumbs

1/4 cup coarsely chopped dry sweetened cranberries

1/4 cup coarsely chopped roasted pecans

♥️For the Vegan Holiday Roast:

1 1/2 lbs. extra-firm tofu, patted dry and cut into small pieces

2 Tbsp. arrowroot or cornstarch

3 Tbsp. vegan broth powder

3/4 tsp. salt

1/4 tsp. white pepper

1 1/2 tsp. agar-agar flakes or 1 tsp. agar-agar powder

2 Tbsp. barley malt syrup

2 Tbsp. water


Sauté the onions, celery, carrots, and garlic in the oil for 5 minutes.

Add the sage, basil, salt, pepper and broth powder and sauté for 5 more minutes.

Add the water and bring to a simmer.

Stir in the bread crumbs, cranberries and pecans just until incorporated. Cook for a few minutes until the mixture is firm, then remove from the heat.

Place the tofu, arrowroot, broth powder, salt, pepper and agar-agar flakes in a food processor and blend into a smooth paste.

Dissolve the barley malt syrup in the water and set aside.

👏👏👏To Assemble:

Preheat the oven to 350°F.

Oil and flour a loaf pan (or oil, then line with parchment paper).

Spread a layer of the tofu mixture inside the pan, lining the bottom and all four sides. (Spread only a thin layer on the ends.) Use all but about 1 cup of the mixture.

Firmly but gently press the stuffing into the pan, on top of the tofu mixture.

Cover the stuffing with the remaining tofu, carefully sealing the edges.

Cover the pan with foil, making certain the foil doesn’t come into contact with the tofu.

Bake for 30 to 40 minutes.

Remove the foil, glaze the top of the loaf with the dissolved barley malt syrup, turn the oven up to 450°F, and continue baking for 10 minutes.

Remove from the oven and allow the loaf to cool for about 10 minutes. Unmold, slice and serve hot with a sauce of your choice!

Makes 8 servings (1 medium roast)

This recipe was adapted with permission from The Classical Vegetarian Cookbook by Ron Pickarski.




Go, Joe!!!!


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RIP, Bosch

It’s the holidaze … ‘Tis the time the Old Beau and I reach out to each other – every year! – never planning to but, after all this time, a distant “family” – waving to each other across the oceans of time. “Apart” but not really. Not in love any more but always missing each other a little bit, just around the edges.

Last holiday season I was amazed when, as we chatted aimelessly on our cell phones, he remembered the Worcester restaurant where we drank coffee – just once! – that was poured from a French press. Or that I didn’t like the star act at a concert we went to years ago but that I thought the female guitarist in the was terrific! What I had felt and thought he had remembered! Important. To him.

I don’t remember any of that stuff – just how he was there for my big ol’ golden retriever Bailey when Bailey got nasal cancer – and how Bailey, up until a day or two before he died, would trot up to the Old Beau, wagging his big, feathery, gold tail. Or how the Old Beau would visit my mother, now repeating and repeating her words because her early dementia had become “moderate,” and sit with her in her studio apartment and watch a Red Sox game with her on her color TV, quiet, respectful – repeating the score to her, over and over. Ma loved the Red Sox and until she fell ill knew all the players, ball parks, scores … stuff I was oblivious to but that the Old Beau enjoyed, too. … I had walked out of her apartment, tears running down my cheeks, a few hours earlier, upset that she had hid the two big Irish porcelin dolls that I had given her for the top of her TV set. Ma had taken them off the TV and had hid them at the bottom of her clothes closet, telling me again and again about the need to safeguard them. Precious gifts from her beloved daughter, Rosalie! The Old Beau stayed through all that, a prince in his paint-flecked brown contractor pants and torn tee shirts – visiting her from his work sites, if there were emergencies … These are my memories!

Well, the Old Beau called me last week and left a voicemail … very formal sounding, grammatically perfect, as always. To me (what I especially loved about him) my man strided into my world from another American era: the 1940s or 1950s when we were all more civil and modest … parents revered public education, stood behind school teachers and kept their kids’ noses in their big, boring text books, like it or not. The kids obeyed their parents and teachers, no matter how misinformed they were, and thru it all became … smart, well spoken! College-ready! Just like my Old Beau,from Lynn where his childhood had been rough.

I heard a faint sadness in his voice this time. I called him back.

“Bosch died,” he said right off. His grand, 100-pound, long-haired German Shepherd dog who would protect him to the end but also loved to play with little plush toy bears or squeaky hearts or tennis balls was dead. At 15 years old. Ancient. Now weighing nothing – 65 pounds. He had had an appetite, a playful spirit for months – but the disease killed it, along with his hind legs. His disease, common to GSDs, had left them useless. Bosch got around the living room – his new world now – by pulling himself up on his two big front paws and dragging, hauling, his big body around. Until it withered away, too, like his hind leg muscles …

“Oh, my Bosch!” I cried out, remembering when I had first seen the dog – in a wooden stall, in a big shed, standing on his hind legs, his big head and ears filling the top of the stall. It was dark in there, even on the sunny fall day. Bosch was slamming his body against the gate, paws tearing at the old wood, howling into the solitary bleakness. I couln’t make him out! So I asked the woman, shaken: IS THAT A BEAR in there?

She said: No, just a big, older German Shepherd whose owner had died. Of cancer. He missed her, he was tough to adopt out. We left the little wooden shed. I said: “I know who will adopt him – it will be a perfect fit!”

And so I talked, pushed, cajoled, begged the Old Beau into adopting Bosch (the new name, after the tool maker, he gave the dog). Well, my old man saved his life – saw into the shell-shocked, deprived old dog’s soul … and nurtured him back to health. Veterinarian visits for vaccines and more … hundreds of dollars spent! Lots of good dog food – Bosch was malnourished, 20 pounds underweight, when the old man brought him home. Five years of leisurely walks in the Old Beau’s West Side neighborhood. The old man carefully, quietly, brushing out that beautiful coat – and calling Bosch “Fluffy” – smiling to himself – because Bosch looked so beautiful when he was all combed out, standing regally on the little back porch. Nights on the Old Beau’s bed where together they slept, primal, close – just a boy and his pup! Like being on the plains when Native Americans went on hunts with their big fierce hunting dogs … or the stars of some 1950s Disney movie! Old Yeller watch out! Except they were both mine …

Just thinking of♥️, and missing♥️, my Old Beau♥️ this Thanksgiving week …

I bought this CD for him, for his birthday, years ago. We saw YES in concert – all the original band mates! – twice. Beautiful nights, both.