Friday, September 18, 2026

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Bob Connors

Born and raised in Pittsfield, Mass., now living in Canaan, N.Y. Co-founder of: Annual Renewable Energy and Sustainable Living Fairs, Community Advocates for a Sustainable Environment and Stop NY Fracked Gas Pipeline Looking forward to a new weekly adventure with you and The Berkshire Edge. Began "Osceola Park Memories" Group on Facebook. Partial to never letting the truth get in the way of a good story

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Recollections of a Pittsfield kid: A karmic Christmas

When I was about 10 years old, I announced to my family that I would take a saw and cut down one of the evergreens in Osceola Park to bring home as a Christmas tree.

Thanksgiving as it was: Remembering my family all together in my youth

These remembrances may seem normal to you and perhaps mundane, but as time has passed, our family realized that we were lucky to be all together for Thanksgiving.

Recollections of a Pittsfield Kid: We didn’t chicken out

One neighbor said, “The best thing to do with that coop is to knock it down, make a bonfire and roast marshmallows.” Another said, “Calling that coop an eyesore is too generous a word for it.”

Recollections of a Pittsfield Kid: Wayward ways

How do young boys procure “girly” magazines? They pilfer them, and maybe start a small fire in the process.

Recollections of a Pittsfield Kid: Leander Johnson and a dose of truth

On TV and in film, Wild West cowboys were clean shaven, wore wrinkle-free clothes, and never uttered a four-letter word. Bob Connors' grandfather is here to set the record straight.

Recollections of a Pittsfield Kid: Power to the people

The Good Humor man seemed quite irritated and perplexed, and with a forced, drawn-out smile, he made a sudden and surprising announcement.

Recollections of a Pittsfield Kid: Just like clockwork

Because we didn’t feed her in a consistent way, Lady decided to take matters into her own paws. We may have been her masters, but, as it turned out, she wouldn’t necessarily continue to be fully dependent on us for her victuals.

Recollections of a Pittsfield Kid: The sun will rise tomorrow

Bob recalls the thrills and chills of Osceola Park's ice rink, including the sometimes dangerous games Crack the Whip and Red Rover.

Recollections of a Pittsfield kid: A karmic Christmas

When I was about 10 years old, I announced to my family that I would take a saw and cut down one of the evergreens in Osceola Park to bring home as a Christmas tree.
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