Barb’s Burblings

I was glancing over Reader’s Digest (yes, I subscribe to Reader’s Digest–what can I say? It’s good bathroom reading) when I saw the words “Ridgefield, Connecticut,” which is where I lived from 1987 to 1994. It was a story about the town coming together to help the family of a boy who has a rare disease. It’s a nice story, but I must say that one line totally impressed me: Most sixth graders in Ridgefield, Connecticut, spend their vacation swimming at Great Pond or playing ball. Great Pond. Wow. Totally accurate. I actually didn’t spent much time there–we had a pool in our backyard–but that’s where our eighth grade class party was, and I went there a few times with friends.
It’s very easy in stories like this to get that kind of thing wrong (there was a story about my dad in Guideposts once, and I got annoyed because it mentioned an armchair in my parents’ bedroom when there wasn’t one there), so to get a throwaway detail like that right made me happy. Also, the mention of the Ridgefield Playhouse. Ah, the memories.
Of course, now I want to know where in town the family lives. I’m just curious.