FINDING & FEELING MEMORIES
Wayside Inn Grist Mill June 2019 (© wrightpix photo gifts)
Wayside Inn. For me, it’s synonymous with Peggy Szostak. My mother absolutely loved the Wayside Inn. We shared many special meals and moments, as she would regale in the quaintness, the colors, the warmth, and the simple life of years past that Wayside represented.
She loved the food, the history, the décor, and the little gift shop. Most of all, she loved sharing the Wayside experience with her family and friends.
My Uncle Frankie and Auntie Alberta would often swing by Northorough, MA (from Windham, NH) to pick up my mother and jaunt off to Sudbury. Sometimes, the kids would join and we’d have a mini cousins reunion. We even had her 80th birthday party there. So many memories. I like to think of it as “familiar” becoming “familial.”
Recently, I had a photo workshop at Wayside’s Grist Mill. And wouldn’t you know it was the last time I would drive my mother’s red Toyota Corolla, the “Grammobile,” as we would transfer the plates to my new car that afternoon. I had inherited this beauty of a car that we had bought for my mother in 2003. It had around 17,000 miles on it when I got it in 2013 when she passed away. When I handed it over to its new owner, it only had 37,439 miles on it. It was a gem…just like my mother!
Wayside will always hold a special place in my heart… and I will always think of my mother when I’m there.
Peggy Szostak, my mother, years ago at one of her favorite places: Wayside Inn Grist Mill (© wrightpix photo gifts)
Wayside Inn Grist Mill June 2019 (© wrightpix photo gifts)
