Anyone who has lived in Boston at least a year knows exactly the horror I speak of when September 1st is mentioned--Moving Day.
Half the city of Boston is swapping apartments.
On any busy intersection, you can surely count half a dozen UHauls without blinking, and on any residential street, heaping trash with mattresses and couches and desks. It is MAYHEM. (that's our trash pictured--we're the only ones in our house staying put)
"Bustle, bustle, clear the way, He moves, we move, they move today;
Pulling, hauling, Father's calling, Mother's bawling, children squalling,
Coaxing, teasing, whimpering, prattling, pots and pans and kettles rattling,
Tumbling bedsteads, flying bedspreads, broken chairs and hollow wares
Strew the street--'tis moving day.
Bustle, bustle, stir about, some moving in--some moving out;
Some move by team, some move by hand, an annual collithumpian band.
Landlords, dunning, tenants shunning; laughing, crying, dancing, sighing--
spiders dying, feathers flying, shaking bed rugs, killing bed bugs,
Scampering rats, mewing cats, whining dogs, grunting hogs,
What's the matter? Moving day!"
-Peter Parley's Alamanac for 1836
2 comments:
Did you find any "junk treasures?" I think I would be out there sifting through the piles of stuff. :) Glad you guys were staying put and not caught in the scramble with everyone else.
At least you're wise to the fact that when it DOES come to be YOUR time to get out of Boston, you won't be moving on Sept.1st.
Love you, sis. Miss you like crazy.
-c
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