Caitlin, A History.

The Caitlins of yesteryear have been making Boston memories for four generations. With so many awesomely-Boston people behind me, I should probably be a top-notch tour guide/cab driver/historical blogger but I haven't actually started to get to know this place until now. And I have decided to use this as a platform for writing.

Before I begin, I'm pleased to honor my forefathers and mothers with a list of a few unparalleled accomplishments from the Boston, Cambridge and Somerville area.

1.) COOLNESS: My Great Aunt stalled out her white cadillac convertible in the middle of an "unruly gang clash,!" in Winter Hill. Instead of enduring harassment, my aunt was pushed up the hill in her automobile by members of both sides of the feud. One dude picked her a tulip.

2.) SO SEPIA: Mom's Grandfather rode a horse and darling buggy every week From Lexington to Quincy Market to deliver pickles (and dozens of kids) to the farmer's market.

3.) TOTAL BALLERS: Dad's Grandfather supplied 1/3 of Boston with red wine during prohibition.

and, most importantly

4.) WTF: My Mom's Great Uncle INVENTED FLUFF just outside Boston.

He actually called it Tweet. This was before he was robbed of his genius by the shifty Somervillian, Archibald Query in 1915. True story. The pain is still fresh, two generations later. Every year when we go camping down Cape, my mom and her sisters bust out the S'mores materials and recount the tale over fire-light in sincere voices. I don't even know if they like S'mores. They scoff at Ghostbusters. I didn't gain access to a Fluffernutter til my third day of college at Umass Amherst. With Ma & Pa out of sight (moreso Ma), I promptly sought out and digested equal parts DELICIOUS MALLOW and PALPABLE GUILT. Did you know that Boston still celebrates the invention of Fluff? (read: the theft of tweet)? Uh huh, they sure do. Annually, in Somerville-- restaurants incorporate Fluff into recipes, artists render mixed media images of Fluff jars floating through space, or Fluff jars being held lovingly by Ganesh or Fluff jars grazing in prairies. In prairies? There's even a Fluff parade. I'm a really happy girl and I love parades. But, the far-away resentment I feel about jarred marshmallow spread leaves me in fits of strange internal laughter as I watch such nice people honor faux-Tweet.

I digress.

I very much love Boston and having fun and writing.

Onward, to the Squares!

(anyone get the HP reference from the title, or am I the only geek reading this?)

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(do all bloggers immediately type to imaginary audiences?)