Life began for me in eastern Connecticut. I spent the formative years of my life in a small, backwoods town known as Brooklyn, CT. With a "backyard" that consisted of hundreds of acres of forest, I developed a strong appreciation for nature which still remains with me today. To paraphrase an old saying, you can take the kid out of the forest, but you can't take the forest out of the kid.
Nothing lasts forever though, and eventually my family moved a half-hour away to the "big" city of Norwich, CT (population = 35,000). Norwich is a nice town, and I developed many friends there. Even though I have since moved out of the area, I still keep in touch with a couple of them and occasionally visit the area.
As with much of the New England area, this portion of Connecticut is very rich in American history. Numerous artifacts from revolutionary war days on through the work of the Civilian Conservation Corp. (CCC) during the Great Depression are abundant. To describe this area of Connecticut in a few short words seems impossible to me, and so I have sprinkled a few pictures which can perhaps fill in some of the blanks. [see all pictures]
These days I mostly view Norwich as the nice little town I grew up in, and Brooklyn still resembles a large playground to me. With memories like this, it is no wonder that I know I will always have fond recollections of being there. I guess what Dorothy once said in the movie "The Wizard of Oz" is true:
there is no place like home!
Aside from sharing the beauty of eastern Connecticut, this page also serves as a convenient way to connect to a page on the Brooklyn Town Landfill hours.