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KUDOS AND CRITICISM

KUDOS AND CRITICISM

Hilary Wilson and John Gardner were key players in my educational process at BGI. John Gardner, was Dean, taught Agriculture and was incredibly generous with students. Hilary was one year ahead of me and introduced me to the wacky world of BGI. Hilary and John both had CANCER during our tenure at BGI. John passed on and Hilary moved forward, a fact of living and dying.

Remembering Maria Fenton Galdis

Remembering Maria Fenton Galdis

Mariah was my THERAPIST. I miss her terribly.

I remember the day Mariah told me she was diagnosed with ALS. My brain would not process Mariah’s words. Mariah was my rock, my inspiration. I needed Mariah and now Mariah was in need. My head, my heart, my life spun out of control. How would I survive if Mariah did not survive?

Letter to My Daughters

Letter to My Daughters

James A Freaney, my father, was born on August 5, 1916 and passed away on January 8, 1998. I was the person that went through his personal papers, etc. and settled his estate. I was angry that he left me with a big mess - my totally dependent mother, manic-depressive sister and Donna. The living room was piled high with brokerage statements, articles, notes, etc. I tossed everything in site, anxious for a clean start. He had been giving me instructions on how to settle his estate since I was 7 or 8 years old. I was done!  I tossed stuff I wish I had now, 20 years after his death.

Kitchen Table Payroll

Kitchen Table Payroll

My father "did the payroll" on the kitchen table on Wednesday nights after dinner. When I was around 10 years old, I was allowed to help. My father showed me how to take the hours from the foreman's notebook, determine if the hours were straight time, time and a half overtime or occasionally double time. Multiply the rate times the hours to calculate Gross Wages.

How I Learned Business

How I Learned Business

My business education began when my grandfather had a “shock.”. The doctor told my father that my grandfather could never work again AND, if he lost his business it would kill him. As the oldest son in a Boston Irish Catholic Family, my father role was clear. My father sold our little home in Worcester, Massachusetts and we moved to 24 Belmont Street in Weymouth, Massachusetts. My father took over the family business and my education began. I was 6 or 7 years old.