Hubby is always talking about Readville. He comes from there. When I married him we lived there--for about 8 years. I liked it. I particularly enjoyed that I lived in Boston, and could take advantage of all that Boston offered; yet I was outside of it. Readville is the name for a section of Hyde Park, and Hyde Park is a section of Boston.
Anybody who lives, or comes from Readville, does not say they're from Boston, or even Hyde Park. Oh no! As Thomas Aquinas says, "Distinctions are important." You are from Readville. And proud of it!
Now I live in the suburbs. But when I do take the train to Boston, I always gaze wistfully out the train window at Readville, and reminisce about the many times I heard those trains go by and listen to the train whistles.
All this came to mind tonight. I was at Mass. The celebrant was the Rev. Msgr. Peter Conley, from St. Jude's Parish in Norfolk, MA. Msgr. Peter told a story from his youth. He comes from Readville, too. He told of learning the Lord's Prayer. He thought "Lead us not into temptation, and deliver us from evil." was "Lead us not into temptation, and deliver us from Readville."
City boys have a peculiar sense of humor.
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