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In very neat lettering on the shoreline sands, somebody has printed “Summer 2014” and, farther along from the Towers to the Dunes Club, castles of sand are ready to crumble when the tide comes in. Robert Frost wrote, “Ah, when to the … more

Mike Fink | 9/30/14

Chance meeting leads to a September song

They cut a fine figure and make a handsome pair – like a couple from a classic play or movie. Patricia is a painter with a studio in the Hope Artiste Village and is a distinguished member of the Providence Art Club. Jim has been a Realtor around … more

Mike Fink | 8/28/14

A boy’s battle for life

We met at a coffee shop. I was looking for him, and he for me. I took note of a slim cane on the floor beside his table. “Fink?” he inquired. We had arranged our rendezvous because his dentist told him that I was a person who would listen … more

Mike Fink | 8/18/14

Remembering an old friend

Sara Kaiser poses as a model at RISD and at the Providence Art Club. She is a delicate young woman with refined features. I met her when she worked as a home companion for a friend of mine who required hospice care and has since passed away. The … more

Mike Fink | 5/9/14

Ascent from Hell

Patricia Allen, a graduate of Hope High School, RISD and Brown, married Jim Weiss, who grew up in the orphanage at the site of the Miriam Hospital, and among foster homes. They now live in Florida throughout the winter months. Patricia sent me a … more

Mike Fink | 4/10/14

The blurred souvenirs of memory

He sat by the burning logs in the open hearth of our parlor, in a wing chair. I think it was upholstered in patterned peach silk. This is the only memory I have of my maternal grandfather. He had paid this brief visit from Montreal when I was ... … more

Mike Fink | 3/13/14

Teatime with Judy

It was such a long time ago on the Benefit Street trail. It was Judy Beckman, with her skills and interests in genealogical trees, who found the addresses of my grandfather and great uncle and their wives. “The ghosts, the phantoms, of the lives … more

Mike Fink | 2/13/14

Aunt Edith

I took my aunt Edith pretty much for granted while she lived just a few houses uphill from ours. We both eventually inherited our family homesteads and stayed put there. When I was but a boy, Edith would babysit me. Throughout the war years, she … more

Mike Fink | 1/30/14

Tu Bi-Sh’vat

“Humanity is a tree of the field,” declares Deuteronomy. There was an old song that sighed, “Spring will be a little late this year.” (I think it meant, “she said no.”) In Israel, despite last month’s snowstorm, spring comes a little … more

Mike Fink | 1/3/14

We make our own Eden

“Frenchman’s Creek” has “gotten’ to be a habit with me,” in the phrase from an old song. I know the turning of the roads around the creek with the fountain and the golf-cart traffic at the curves. more

Mike Fink | 12/19/13