{"id":126,"date":"2020-12-27T16:05:04","date_gmt":"2020-12-27T22:05:04","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.northlat.biz\/?page_id=126"},"modified":"2020-12-27T16:05:24","modified_gmt":"2020-12-27T22:05:24","slug":"living-out-east","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/www.nesse.org\/index.php\/home\/art-and-dorothy-nesse-in-memory\/dorothy-nesses-stories\/living-out-east\/","title":{"rendered":"Living Out East"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<p>After Art and I were married, we lived in Massachusetts.&nbsp; In Reading we rented a room from the Jones&#8217;.&nbsp; She ran a nursery downstairs with older children, and I ran an upstairs nursery with younger children (4 years or so).&nbsp; I remember that we all went out the playground together during the day.&nbsp; We had dinner together every night, usually very nice &#8211; they did the cooking and groceries (part of our deal with them).&nbsp;<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>During this time, we celebrated Thanksgiving one time with the Jones&#8217; parents in Cambridge.&nbsp; We were floored when we were met at the door by their liveried butler with a sherry for each of us.&nbsp; Our host wore a top hat and a waist coat.&nbsp; Dinner started with a half grapefruit and a cherry.&nbsp; We had wine with dinner and after dinner the men went off together.&nbsp;&nbsp;<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>On a Christmas we were traveling from Reading to Elgin to visit.&nbsp; As he chatted, the fellow with the car stated that he would go into medicine to make some real money (and ultimately, he did).&nbsp; We drove hard on the trip, and I recall being very apprehensive as the snow on the surrounding fields looked like water that would swallow up our car.&nbsp; Finally, we did stop for a couple hours to rest, but when we continued early in the morning, we ended up in the ditch anyway.&nbsp; But our crew was able to get the car out so we could continue to Elgin.&nbsp; This was the time I had a cold that progressed to pneumonia and I ended up in the hospital in Elgin for a couple of weeks.&nbsp;&nbsp;<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>At the time I was singing quite a bit and one night she invited the Powell family (Powell flutes) to visit and I sang for them.&nbsp; One thing I sang at the time was Queen of the Night&#8217;s Vengeance &#8211; Mozart.&nbsp; It was great to meet this musical couple.&nbsp; (Years later in the mid 50&#8217;s I traveled to Philadelpha to take voice lessons.&nbsp; One time I stayed at the Y, and another I stayed with Jane Ellis.&nbsp; On one trip we went to New York, to visit her voice teacher &#8211; a significant opera singer who was also married to a well-known conductor.)<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>From Reading we moved to Cambridge to an upstairs apartment right on the street car line.&nbsp; Art walked to school at the Harvard Business school.&nbsp; I worked at the HBR coop bookstore where I was in charge of the necktie department.&nbsp; One time a person who would become very famous in the movie business (you would recognize the name, now) came in and shoplifted a small package (was it luggage tags that came in a pack of 12, and he only wanted a couple?).<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>We didn&#8217;t have much money in those days, so we didn&#8217;t get out to concerts and such.&nbsp; I tried to get a job teaching, but they said &#8220;we don&#8217;t believe in Bachelor&#8217;s of Music here, only Bachelor of Arts&#8221;.&nbsp; I was short only one class (history) from my BA.&nbsp; It turns out that my brothers took it before me and the teacher Aggie Larson was a bear.&nbsp; They got A&#8217;s, but I didn&#8217;t take the class.&nbsp; But I promised my father I would get the BA degree.&nbsp; I completed the history class by correspondence (and a psych class too), and St. Olaf ultimately granted my BA degree.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>After Art and I were married, we lived in Massachusetts.&nbsp; In Reading we rented a room from the Jones&#8217;.&nbsp; She ran a nursery downstairs with older children, and I ran an upstairs nursery with younger children (4 years or so).&nbsp; I remember that we all went out the playground together during the day.&nbsp; We had&hellip; <a class=\"more-link\" href=\"https:\/\/www.nesse.org\/index.php\/home\/art-and-dorothy-nesse-in-memory\/dorothy-nesses-stories\/living-out-east\/\">Continue reading <span class=\"screen-reader-text\">Living Out East<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"parent":112,"menu_order":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","template":"","meta":{"footnotes":""},"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.nesse.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/126"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.nesse.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.nesse.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/page"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.nesse.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.nesse.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=126"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/www.nesse.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/126\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":127,"href":"https:\/\/www.nesse.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/126\/revisions\/127"}],"up":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.nesse.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/112"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.nesse.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=126"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}