Saturday, March 8, 2014

Narragansett Race Track

In the old way of  talking--my father  "followed the horses."  In the 50s that was  easy to do in Pawtucket--he had  two good options  Narragansett Race Track and Lincoln Downs.  Both are gone now-- he also had his pick of bookies. One ran a small store on Prospect Street and often my father would write down his picks and  give them to me to give to the store keeper.  Of course,  Building 19 has  taken over the space that was the  Narragansett. Whenever I go  there I am flooded with memories of going there with my father, He was a compulsive gambler and had little control in that area of his life.   He taught  me to read  the racing form when I was a toddler and we often discussed the horses that were running and  he would let me pick.  He  was superstitious--what gambler isnt?-- so if I insisted on some horse because I liked the name,  he  would usually bet on my hunch.
Recently I have been thinking about the  life lessons that my father taught and have written a few poems about those.  Three have been published as  part of the Origami Poetry  Project.  I will include them here.
. I will try to attach their tiny chapbook to this  post. Hope I can do it.  If not look on line  for Origami Poetry and my chapbook is titled "The Long Count."

1 comment:

  1. The bookie on Prospect Street was probably Barney Donnelly whose store was located across the street from the former Prospect Street School.

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