Let's Be New England

I'm your cold bitch aunt

I'm the Masshole.

I'm there. You can't get there from here.

I'm Connecticut, it never seems like I'm really part of New England.

I'm the political balancing:

Moderate Republicans in the governor's mansion

Moderate Democrats in the House

Liberal Democrats in the Senate

And we have accepted that Susan Collins will do whatever she wants

I'm the Vermont Country Store.

I'm L.L. Bean.

I'm the Old Money

I’m studded tires in winter.

I'm O'Halloran and I live Southie

I'm Palace Playland, New England's ONLY Beachfront Amusement Park...

Im the mysterious caterer with a second house on the cape. Do ya smellll what Im cookin?

I'm the sensible refusal of plastic surgery!

Is plastic surgery so common now that refusing it is unusual?

(Then again, I live in New England.)

I’m Treat Williams’ motorcycle.

I'm Worcester, MA - the place where they stick in the World's Enema...

I'm old Cape Cod.

Well the Athol is in Worcester County.

I'm the mind your own business.

I'm the Mass Pike.

I'm also Route 1. Also, Route 1A - parts of which have some of the most scenic vistas on the East Coast.

I'm a rotary. They're wicked annoying.

Pepperidge Farm closed its Norwalk Connecticut headquarters and moved it to Camden New Jersey. Oy vey!

I'm from Connecticut. I'm a cunt. And I have a drinking problem.

[quote]I'm Worcester, MA - the place where they stick in the World's Enema...

Sorry but that would be Bridgeport, CT.

I’m Silver Hill

I'm the magic Autumn with lush oranges, yellows, and reds of the foliage.

I’m Cape Cod. I divert the warm Gulf Stream so beaches north of me are frigid even in summer.

I'm the fucking roundabouts every mile and the Massholes who don't know how to navigate them.

Witches. Savages. Red-Skinned Beasts.

I'm colleges and universities - so many in a small area. And more than a few that look straight out of a TV or film in that stereotypically college-y way.

I'm describing where I live by how far it is from Lake Winnipesaukee.

I'm a depressing old mill town full of white trash.

I’m top drawer!

[quote]I'm also Route 1. Also, Route 1A - parts of which have some of the most scenic vistas on the East Coast.

Ha! Yes. Route 1A ran along the oceanfront edge of my hometown and we lived one block away. It is indeed quite pretty.

I'm not looking for a New England....are you looking for another girl?

I'm the 18th C John Townsend highboy discovered at a garage sale in Pawtucket that a school teacher with a good eye buys and send to auction, netting several millions dollars, enough to pay his two kids tuition at Northfield Mount Herman, then Brown and Wesleyan, and buy a house in Watch Hill and a sailboat.

I'm Reba McEntire's Number One Hit about me

I'm Gilmanton, NH, the town where Grace Metalious wrote Peyton Place (and the town she was writing about).

That's Mount Hermon, r38. You must be a townie.

Ohmygawd, my family lives in Gilmanton, NH, right on Rt. 106 for nearly 70 years.

I'm one of my natives, Sarah Silverman, who doesn't really seem like she's from me.

I give directions by landmarks and not routes or street signs. You go to the Stuart's and turn left. After a mile or so you'll see an old barn. Bear right. Then in five miles turn right at the old school house. 🚘

I'm Athol Avenue in Oakland, CA. I was named for the New England town. The first block of me has a great view of Lake Merritt.

I'm CHOWDAH!

I'm the fall foliage that's the best in the world!

I am Rye Beach NH- one of the wealthiest towns no one knows about. And I have grown to detest this place. Beacause I am not rich like my neighbors.

Absolutely lovely place and beaches, otherwise.

I'm the hamburger and the frisbee, invented in New Haven. Arguably pizza. At least American pizza.

When I spent my summers at nearby Milford, everyone called hamburgers "hamburgs". Pizza was had at Sally's and Pepe's (we added the 's).

R30 They're called Rotaries here.

I'm Copley Square, Back Bay and Beacon Hill.

I'm Paul Revere's house

I pahk my cah in Hahvud Yahd.

[quote] I'm the fucking roundabouts every mile and the Massholes who don't know how to navigate them.

R30 Guess what? We know how to navigate rotaries; we just like being Masshole drivers.

I’m the street signs in Massachusetts that don’t tell you the name of the street you’re driving on. If you don’t know, don’t drive here.

I’m the Vermonters complaining about the invading cityfolk “flatlanders” and “leaf peepers” who come for the fall foliage

I'm the surprisingly large number of farms which for some reason people forget we have.

I'm New York, I'm not in New England because I was settled by the Dutch.

I'm upstate New York, doing a helluva New England cosplay.

I am *the* Yankee motto...

I'm Martha Stewart, summering on Nantucket.

I've got a mule. Her name is Sal. 🐴

R62 The Erie Canal is in New York state.

I’m the original Latin Quarter in Boston, opened by Lou Walters, Barbara’s father, in 1937.

Boston’s never been as uptight as people thought it was.

I'm the Gilded Age industrialist who can't decide between Newport, Lenox and Bar Harbour.

I’m a street sign that says, “THICKLY SETTLED”

I'm Lake Champlain.

The Northeast Kingdom of Vermont.

The North Maine Woods.

I'm the Deer Crossing and Moose Crossing signs.

I'm the Combat Zone.

I’m Bob Lee’s Islander. The tiki bar of your dreams (or nightmares).

We're so thankful for autumn so that we can wear sweaters and cradle mugs of Green Mountain Keurig Coffee. And we're not yet croning!

It'd be nice if the post themes expanded beyond Boston

I'm the frugality.

r72 see r60

I’m Ben & Jerry’s.

I’m Kennebunkport

I'm the Lobster Shack in Cape Elizabeth, Maine.

Dunkin Donuts

R59 Flip that. New York was colonized before most of New England per R58

I am Bette Davis.

I grew up in Massachusetts to a strict mother who made me work hard for every compliment and convenience. Nothing worth it is easy and there is no such thing as an excuse.

In 1987, when I publicly complimented Joan Crawford on her work ethic and I fuckin' meant it.

I am grape nuts ice cream without jimmies.

But, R78, most of upstate NY was settled after the Revolutionary War and often by people from New England. The New England cosplay is even more obvious in northern Ohio (the Firelands).

The Afflecks, Matt Damon, James Spader, Leonard Nimoy, Chris Evans, The Wahlbergs, Matt LeBlanc, Katharine Hepburn, Rosalind Russell, Jennifer Coolidge, Ray Bolger, Jack Haley, Lee Remick, Steve Carrell, Uma Thurman, Robert Goulet, Edna May Oliver, Linda Lavin, Phyllis Thaxter, Judd Nelson.

Van Johnson, Adam Sandler, Amy Poehler, Anthony Michael Hall, Conan O'Brien, Dennis Leary, Dane Cook, Donna Summer, John Ford, James Taylor, Jay Leno, John Krasinski, Norm Crosby, Patrick Dempsey, Rachel Dratch, Seth Myers, Anna Kendrick, Arthur Kennedy, Peggy Cass.

I'm inland Maine. I'm super boring compared to coastal Maine.

I'm the area of Canada east of the eastern most part of me that some people forget about. Well not forget about, but fail to recognize the exact geography and don't realize that Maine isn't jutting out in the ocean like Florida

I’m northern Maine. I feel smothered by Nova Scotia, New Brunswick, and Quebec.

I'm Lyme disease.

I'm east of the river. I'm not quite as polished as those cunts in Litchfield and Fairfield counties, but compared to the rest of the US I might as well be royalty.

I'm hard hittin' New Britain.

I'm...Cape Cod

I'm Waterbury CT, AKA Sin City.

I'm Maine. I'm the only one of the lower 48 that shares a border with only one other state.

AH NEED TO GET FUCKED RIGHT NOW!!!!

Im the soft racism.

I'm the closed road because the residents love tourist dollars but not tourists.

I'm cold as a witches tit.

I'm the over-priced lobster at Barnacle Billy's in Perkins Cove.

[quote] Im the mysterious caterer with a second house on the cape. Do ya smellll what Im cookin?

Yes, R12, I can smell you from here.

I’m the Pilgrim hat on the turnpike signage.

I'm The House of Seven Gables.

I was extensively "restored" in the 1920s to reflect the novel of the same name - secret passage, spinet and everything.

I’m Red’s Eats in Wiscasset, Maine—home of the very best lobster roll.

[quote] I’m the Pilgrim hat on the turnpike signage.

But no longer with the arrow through it.

I'm the Boston Brahmin who loves to pick up Southie rough trade.

R101, I'm the 100-yard line in the street to buy from Red's Eats.

I'm the small stone walls

I'm a Maine moose, grazing at dawn. I'm much bigger than you figured.

I'm the set of Murder, She Wrote

I'm the United Soviet Socialist Republic of Vermont.

Yes, R104, with Sprague's Lobster right across the street.

I’ve never been to Sprague’s, but I’ve been to Red’s plenty.

I’m that cunt that murdered his pregnant wife and claimed a black man did it.

R53 Not Hahvud. Hahvahd. Ah pahk mah cah in Hahvahd yahd.

I’m low crime.

Did what? Impregnated her?

Hahvahd Yahd, I should say.

Wrong, R111.

Hahvid.

I’m rough sex and a hard Boston accent. Yum.

R113

I'm the caviar and cream cheese sandwiches

R115 Don't presume, Greg. You live in a basement apartment in Ware with your mother.

Yes, of course I do.

I'm AHGAHHHNQUIT Maine.

I'm MAAAHHSTANS MILLS. I'm right next doah ta West BAAHHHNSTABLE and AHHHSTAHVILLE. Just get offa tha 6 in FAAAHESTDALE.

I’m The Front Porch in Ogunquit.

I am only a shadow of what I used to be.

[quote]I'm the United Soviet Socialist Republic of Vermont.

Y'all ain't no real Amuricans like we are!

I'm Richard Crafts, the inspiration for so many tasteless jokes in CT in the late 80s. Hey, can I borrow your woodchipper?

I am the Napoleon Club in Boston in 1975 when Christopher Reeve was appearing in town in the play, "A Matter of Gravity" by Enid Bagnold and starring Katharine Hepburn. He walked in alone, but we walked out together.

I'm the mac and cheese at the Vermont Country Deli in Brattleboro (just take a right off Exit 2 on on 91 north) and you cannot resist me. I am your crack cocaine, motherfucker.

I expected better posts on this topic—you all seem not to have captured the essence of NE.

Dare I say it, you could you a (small) dose of Gr0…6

I'm the drinking problem you think you're so good at hiding.

I’m the BC fan who was so pissed about losing to Holy Cross that I cancelled any plans to party at the Cocoanut Grove. A few buddies weren’t so lucky.

My Mom and her girlfriends, probably looking to snag BC football players that night, actually did cancel.

She said they all donated blood the next day.

I'm my grandmother. She'd travel to Boston to save a dime on baked beans.

I'm Curt Schilling - Racist, transphobic, homophobic, Trump-greasy-shitter-licker, phony Christian and failed RI videogame mogul who moved to Tennessee because there weren't enough "nice people" in Massachusetts.

It didn't seem possible but I'm now seen as an even bigger piece of shit after I announced Thursday on my shitty podcast that former teammate Tim Wakefield had "brain cancer" AND that Tim's wife had pancreatic cancer WITHOUT ANYONE'S PERMISSION. "As a Christian," he wanted people to pray for Wake. Some other Christians disagreed. Jason Varitek's wife tweeted "Fuck You Curt Schilling. Not Your Call."

Seems like Schilling's once-again assholedness is even more on display today. Tim Wakefield died this morning.

Fuck you, Curt Schilling.

I'm the dirty priests at the high school in the movie Spotlight.

[quote] Dare I say it, you could you a (small) dose of Greg

I couldn’t agree more, R128

I'm the fantastic springs, summers, falls and occasionally, winters.

I'm the schoolboys on a school trip to Groton in the early 70s who got into a nuclear submarine (with some sexy sailors) that then dived underwater in the Sound to Plum Island and back. People say this never happened but it did because one boy's dad was a navy bigwig.

I am Blinstrub’s Village Club, in South Boston—the largest nightclub on the Eastern Seaboard. J.F. Kennedy was known to visit the club and Frank Sinatra, Louise Armstrong, Ray Charles, Wayne Newton, Jimmy Durante, Nat King Cole, Johnny Mathis, and Judy Garland are just several of the many celebrities who performed there.

R126, tell us more!

R135 that’s not what I wrote I only said Gr0…6

Shorthand for “gross” R140?

That’s what I saw, anyway…

I want R133 at one of my parties 🙄. What a fucking tool. How many threads a day do you ruin?

I'm tight as a nun's cunt.

I'm colder than a witch's tit in a brass bra

I’m the mutt Catholic kid, whose 4 grandparents came from each of Quebec, PEI, Ireland and Portugal.

[quote] [R135] that’s not what I wrote I only said Greg

Okay.

Oh dear

Time out …

I'm FRIENDLY'S, where I can get a delicious Coffee Fribble!

R69, I went to high school with Peter Lee, son of Bob Lee of Bob Lee's Islander. Peter took several of us from our class to the restaurant as a graduation treat, including classmate Bill Bratton. I loved the restaurant, especially the Pupu Platter!

I'm Suffield Academy. You probably haven't heard of me.

I'm me and want to visit New England and experience New England autumn

I'm Fairfield County. I'm full of some of the biggest cunts you will ever meet in your life.

R151, sit in a room with red, brown, yellow and gold wallpaper and punch yourself in the face with a frozen boxing glove.

I'm Mt Washington - Don't fuck with me, fellas!

I’m the chandlery.

I’m Captain Daniel Gregg

I'm an enormous Victorian mansion looming over a stony, wind-swept ocean bluff.

Piss me off and I'll drop a gargoyle on your head.

I’m the backyard hockey rink…I’m virtually extinct except in the far north by the Canadian border.

I’m the jock doing a post-senior year at prep school so I can play at an Ivy— or maybe Bowdoin or Middlebury.

American Victorian mansions don't have gargoyles, as a rule.

I'm a federal mansion of impressive refinement and simplicity.

R158 Has not been to Woburn, Waltham, Winchester, or Wakefield...20 minutes from Boston

Backyard rinks came back big during the pandemic.

[quote] The tiki bar of your dreams (or nightmares).

Uhm, that would be KOWLOON in Saugus, Mass.

It was a climate comment not a hockey comment…much harder to keep a rink than it used to be. That is all.

I'm the BOSTON SYMPHONY ORCHESTRA, bringing class and culture to New England since 1881.

I'm Governor Dummer Academy, now called The Governor's Academy.

I'm only slightly easier to get into than Phillips Exeter Academy, but smaller.

Yeah but Exeter has a 1.3 billion endowment. Selectivity for all these schools varies by.... "demographics".

I'm the ladylike Anne Welles, and I'm from New England. Did I mention that I'm from New England? Here I am returning to New England.

We love you Anne Welles! Don't let that cunt Helen boss you around

I'm a state that can be completely driven around in an afternoon.

My name is Victoria Winters. My journey is beginning. A journey that I hope will open the doors of life to me and link my past to my future. A journey that will bring me to a strange and dark place, to the edge of the sea to a house high above Widow’s Hill. A house called Collinwood. A world I've never known, with people I've never met. People who tonight are still only shadows in my mind, but who will soon fill the days and nights of my tomorrows.

R49 - Frisbees originated Bridgeport, CT where the Frisbie Baking Co. was located. Bridgeport kids were playing frisbee before it was picked up at Yale. New Haven arguably has the best Neapolitan-style pizza in the country. But it's no longer found at Sally's and Pepe's. There are great places in Fairfield County too. Bridgeport was known for scamorza pizza, notably Jerry's Pizza which was located in the Hollow.

I grew up a block from Rt 1 (we called it the Post Road) and it was less scenic than some of the other places. However, on one of the five corners, there was a cemetery which served as a playground when I was growing up. And a block away was a pre-Revolution cemetery which we could walk through and see the old graves. Great at Halloween.

I'm Scollay Square and they tore me down in a bid for the World's Fair of 1964 but pretended it was for Urban Renewal.

I’m the village inn across the square

I'm trying to reinvent myself and rewrite my biography, so I tell people I'm from Marblehead, but I actually was born and raised in Lymn.....but I live in Marblehead NOW!

*Lynn

R172 thanks for the memories. Well my anecdote of Milford dates to the 70s. In the summer I was mostly at Laurel Beach but also down at Seaside Beach in Bridgeport near my grandparents, when Seaside was still nice. My uncles and cousins at Fairfield Beach. My greatgrandfather (still alive) in Black Rock and he once had a shack on the abandoned Pleasure Beach, but I'm sure that was before my time.

I'm H. P. Lovecraft. It's not all cheddar wheels and antique quilts, you know.

[quote]I'm Fairfield County. I'm full of some of the biggest cunts you will ever meet in your life.

All of whom moved from NYC in the last ten years!

I'm the sign for Ann Uccello St. on I-84 in downtown Hartford. You have no idea who Ann Uccello is. When you see this sign you think "I have to Google that bitch" but you always forget.

I'm things that are closed...like Danvers State Mental Hospital...Yoken's Restaurant in Portsmouth, NH...Bonwit Teller on Newbury Street in Boston...The Frolics nightclub in Salisbury Beach, MA...Whalom Park in Lunenburg, MA (amusement park)

^ and the Surf Nantasket

Bonwit Teller had a branch in NE, but it wasn’t of NE.

[quote]Whalom Park in Lunenburg, MA

I LOVED Whalom Park! It was so much fun, and we went once every year each August. they had classic rides, a sweet pine grove to hang out in the shade, grilling hotdogs and playing cards with the adults once I'd spent all my money AND Fascination, a game I loved! Good times.

[quote]Louise Armstrong

When did he transition?

R177 - I spent most of my summers in the late 60s and 70a at Seaside Park. Also hung out a lot in Black Rock because a lot of my HS friends lived there. I started going to Fairfield Beach in the late 70s. Hot lifeguards and that small shower facility.

Oh, R177 - if we played "do you know...?" for around 10 minutes, we'd come up with people we were acquainted with or their relatives. In the spirit of "Let's Be New England," there are only three degrees of separation in New England for anyone who grew up there. I explained this phenomenon to my partner once while visiting my family. We took a few days to go to Boston and then to Provincetown. On the ferry, total strangers behind us started "do you know...?" He laughed his ass off. I was tempted to join in but didn't want to butt in.

When I was a boy I spotted a dead boy drowned at the bottom of Lake Compounce.

I'm the Subarus

I'm Pizza, Mystic Pizza.

[quote]I'm a depressing old mill town full of white trash.

I'm Lawrence, Mass., one of R34's depressing old mill towns. I was also the birthplace of Leonard Bernstein and Robert Goulet.

I'm the Old Man of the Mountain, a natural rock formation in the White Mountains. I became the state symbol of New Hampshire. I was formed thousands of years ago, In 2003, I crumbled to the ground. I am no more.

I’m the subtle but ever present whiff of homophobia in every suburb.

I’m Connecticut, where HOT Senator Chris Murphy lives on the weekends.

Whalom Park - good times.

I’m Riverside Park, or at least I used to be. Now I’m just another generic six flags.

I'm the mysterious foreigner with ties to military death squads who lives in Ogunquit.

_I'm the world's ugliest campus _. UCONN

I’m the plain, pale women in turtlenecks.

I’m the dumpy looking woman in baggy sweats with no make-up, short hair, dangly earrings, a big ass, ratty clothes driving a minivan with a similarly dressed woman in the front passenger seat.

Lesbians? Hell no: hockey moms on their way to the rink.

200!

I'm "Ay-yuh."

R183 The store on Newbury Street was of New England, though. What didn't you understand?

The store:

I understand that an out-of-state dept. store branch does not define a regional culture.

I’m Burlington. I’m a town in Massachusetts, and in Maine, and in Connecticut and even in Vermont.

I'm Lowell.

I’m the Boston recycled shanty Irish who will ridicule you for everything you do or don’t do or say, and if you ever complain it’ll be, “Aw come on I’m just fuckin with ya.”

The gorgeous building is still there, if that was the point you wanted to make. When Restoration Hardware goes away (as it surely must), will you post a NE lament to that as well?

I'm Barry Manilow. I am spending the weekend there.

I’m the sense of superiority.

^^ that’s more Boston in particular, than ANNE writ large.

Let’s try that again: More Boston in particular, than NE writ large.

r181 forgot to include Filene's, Filene's basement, and (although NY-based), the late lamented Jordan Marsh.

I used to be filled with department stores. D&L, G. Fox, Caldors, Sage & Allen......... all gone now.

I'm Dunkin Donuts

I'm your Mayor. Mayor Quimby

I"m the fucking nor'easters. If you go outside you will die.

I am the honor system cash boxes at the fruit and vegetable stands.

I'm the jars of Stonewall Kitchen "Wild Maine Blueberry Jam" that you buy and lug home as souvenirs, only to find it in your local grocery store.

R202

R203

R208, that massive Civil War-era mansion was also home to the iconic Louis Boston.

It wasn’t a mansion. It was MIT.

[quote]Lowell, MA: The Birthplace of the Industrial Revolution

Also the birthplace of Bette Davis and Jack Kerouac.

I'm the Mid-Atlantic accents

Bonwit Teller was part of my childhood trauma r222.

It was built as a museum that evolved into the Boston Museum of Science.

Greed, bad management and cocaine killed Louis'.

R222, False.

It was never part of MIT.

This classical building was designed in 1862 as the new home of the Boston Society for Natural History, which had been founded in 1830.

Designed in the Classical French Beaux-Arts architecture style for the Boston Society of Natural History in 1864, it has been described as "a remarkably serene Classical building with none of the latent boosterism of its near contemporary, Old City Hall."

The museum was renamed the Museum of Science in 1945 and moved to Science Park. It was the site of a Bonwit Teller store from 1947 to 1989 and the men's retailer Louis, Boston from 1990 to 2010. In March 2013, the extensively renovated building re-opened as a Restoration Hardware flagship store.

Hey Greg, are you a fan of the Boston Symphony? Thoughts on Seiji Ozawa?

See this.

[quote] Hey Greg, are you a fan of the Boston Symphony? Thoughts on Seiji Ozawa?

Yes, R227, I am a fan and supporter of the BSO.

I don't have any particular thoughts about Seiji Ozawa, but I've always admired him and know that he was the longest-serving conductor in Boston Symphony history.

What are your thoughts?

If we're bringing up Bette Davis and so on and so forth, how about me?

R229 I like Ozawa a lot. His Mahler/BSO series is one of my favorite Mahler interpretations!

R225 is a faker, a poser. It was built as the Boston Society of Natural History, as any BostonElderGay would know.

*and don’t use “evolved” as your defense…you should know better, as old as you are

R224 is the resident accent troll within any actual knowledge. You’re not from NE if you think there’s an actual native accent called “Mid-Atlantic”.

* without!

R234 a joke.....

Not good enuf

I'm Burlington VT, Newport RI, Hartford, CT, Manchester NH, Springfield MA and Portland ME.

I'm Adam Sandler, raised in Manchester, NH and home from college in the late 80's to visit family and friends. Evenings I visit The Front Runner a popular local gay spot, rarely leaving alone.

This thread apparently deserves a subthread, "New England-born celebrities who are ostensibly straight but supposedly frequented gay bars in their pre-fame days, rarely leaving alone."

I’m Tanglewood. Come for the music, stay for the pretension.

Why, r238?

RR241 Boy, you aren't kidding. I hate Tanglewood. And I love classical music.

R242 Why what?

The Bonwit Teller comments ( I originally brought it up) reminded me that a movie was filmed around Boston and the North Shore in the 50s - Home Before Dark. Jean Simmons shopped at the store, I think. It had shop displays outside the door in glassed-in kiosks. Jean what filmed looking at one. The rest of the exteriors movie were filmed at Danvers State mental hospital (maybe that was rear projection), and in Marblehead, MA, mainly.

*Jean was filmed

I'm The Berkshires.

R232, R225 is correct.

As I posted at R226:

[quote] The museum [the Boston Society for Natural History]was renamed the Museum of Science in 1945 and moved to Science Park.

Omg who cares???

I'm (naturally) corrupt former mayor of Providence, RI, Buddy Cianci. Although a total criminal, I hardly ever get convicted, and really nobody seems to mind anyway.

My wife has the best name in the universe, no, the best name in the multiverse!

Her name is... Nancy Ann Cianci!

[quote] I'm (naturally) corrupt former mayor of Providence, RI, Buddy Cianci. Although a total criminal, I hardly ever get convicted, and really nobody seems to mind anyway. My wife has the best name in the universe, no, the best name in the multiverse! Her name is... Nancy Ann Cianci!

I’m celebrity chef Ming Tsai.

I live in Wellesley and think that MY wife has the best name in the universe … Polly Tsai!

I'm first three-time Oscar winner Walter Brennan from Swampscott.

People forget I was a virulent racist, reported to have danced a jig upon hearing of the assassination of Martin Luther King Jr. I'm such a right-wing, paranoid loon I am convinced John Wayne is a Communist!

I’m Black Fly season. If you go into the woods, you will regret it.

I’m the “Boston marriage.”

I’m the towns that were destroyed to satiate Boston’s thirst.

I’m the lack of Black people in Maine, and the totally unrelated lack of violent crime.

You look like a Maine potato, no doubt R254.

R254 How about the lack of people in Maine, period?

I am one of the oldest gay bars in the US - The Brook, in Westport. Now closed.

(Meaning: the entire state)

[quote]_I'm the world's ugliest campus _. UCONN

Clearly, a UMASS alumnus.

UConn is in a beautiful area of CT. My dorm room looked over miles of trees, gorgeous in the fall.

--And I didn't even go there.

I'm the sixth floor men's room in Filene's in downtown Boston.

I was one of the businessmen in a suit in the 90s. Damn, that was fun.

R259 but you were at YouConn…would that even make it into the California Community College System…iffy.

R261 BFD

8th floor—Bergdorf Goodman

R262 - It's ranked at #58, higher than SMU, Baylor, Villanova, and many other more famous universities.

Well, if you are relying on that list to pump UConn, nuf said. “Ranked higher “ than those schools…well🧐

But I’ll be as generous as possible…it wouldn’t even make the top 10 of public universities in CA based on that list.

But it’s great if you’re in-state. Go for it.

Come on, guys...let's be New England...

R265

The University of California was established, for the most part, by Yale professors. The blue in the school colors is Yale Blue …does that help? ;)

^R266. ^^

I'm the historic Plymouth Rock, a pebble surrounded by a monument that's obviously not where any ship 1n 1620 parked so that folks could get off.

To foreigners, a Yankee is an American.

To Americans, a Yankee is a Northerner.

To northerners, a Yankee is an Easterner.

To easterners, a Yankee is an New Englander.

To New Englanders, a Yankee is a Vermonter.

And in Vermont, a Yankee is somebody who eats pie for breakfast.

^ although i heard it as someone who eats apple pie with a slice of cheddar

And my school hot lunch used to serve apple pie with a chunk of cheddar.

I’m Hester Prynne. Haters to the left thank you.

I’m Susan Collins and I’m deeply concerned.

I'm Jack & Marion's, the classic Brookline Deli of old (Harvard St, Coolidge Corner, a block out from Beacon St.), where you could get fabulous sandwiches. The #7 Club Special with Russian Dressing was my favorite.

Jack & Marion's Menu

We're America's Test Kitchen, Cook's Country, and Cook's Illustrated.

I’ve got to get out of East Hampton

I’m bay scallops.

I’m sea scallops.

Across from West Beach in Beverly Farms, MA, there's a big round rock someone spray-painted "1620" on in black spray paint. Been there for years. Always gets a laugh.

Oops, I guess it's not round, and it's white paint. (Plymouth Rock has "1620" carved into it.)

I’m crusty.

[quote]I’m crusty.

You need to see a dermatologist, Doc.

Strange Bonwit Teller tidbit stuck in the cobwebs of my mind until reading this thread: I used to commute on the train from Boston's western suburbs and often sat with a young woman who worked as a salesperson at Bonwit-Teller when they were on Boylston Street. This was a long, long time ago: early 1970's so half a century back. Among the many fascinating things I learned from her was that Bonwit's (even then! even in Boston! even Bonwit's!) had transvestite customers. Knowing that, I can only imagine what the lower level of Filene's Basement was like back in 1973 or so.

Anyway, the enduring lesson I learned from her was that the trans "All have big hands and they always take the extra size in pants."

I'm 177 Milk Street.

[quote]This was a long, long time ago: early 1970's so half a century back. Among the many fascinating things I learned from her was that Bonwit's (even then! even in Boston! even Bonwit's!) had transvestite customers. Knowing that, I can only imagine what the lower level of Filene's Basement was like back in 1973 or so.

My mother worked in the dress department at Macy's in the Bay Area (suburbs, not SF) and in Sacramento, and she told me that they often had to take men who wanted to try on women's clothing to the men's department to use the fitting rooms there. And this was in the late '60s and all through the '70s.

Certainly not the oldest gay bar in the US. Some in other places date to the 1920s or before.

I'm Bellow Falls, VT. Only a few Eldergheys wlil remember when I was a stop on the gay resort circuit.

I am delicious whole belly fried clams.

I am an ice cold lemon slush from Polcari’s in the North End.

I am fried dough sold by a street vendor at a North End summer street festival. I’m tasty with melted butter, and cinnamon-sugar.

I am the Charles River Esplanade on the Fourth of July—one of America’s greatest parties.

I am the BIG DIG.

It looks very cute R288. What era was it a gay town?

I’m Winthrop, where new homeowners suddenly realize can see every fine detail of the underbelly and landing gear of planes landing at nearby Logan.

I’m the other neighboring towns that found a way to pay off every politician to reroute anir traffic over Winthrop.

I'm the sawdust on the floor of the legendary Boston eatery, the original Durgin Park.

I’m shithole towns with classy sounding colonial English names.

I am Sarah Silverman's grandparents who for decades ran three great clothing stores in Concord, New Hampshire. The Youth Center, The Varsity Shop and Junior Deb had something for everyone.

I am the Somerset Club.

That's interesting R288. Can you tell us more about that place? It might be interesting to pay it a visit.

I'm the 50-year-old light blue four-door Volvo. Still running perfectly but with a little rust. I'll die when Cher dies.

[quote]The New England cosplay is even more obvious in northern Ohio (the Firelands).

Also, lately, the Idaho panhandle. Californians and those priced out of upstate NY are coming in droves.

I'm the "Weekend In ___ " -

And tell me,

When will our eyes meet?

When can I touch you?

When will this strong yearning end?

And, when will I hold you again?

You guys are such fags.

[quote]Also, lately, the Idaho panhandle. Californians and those priced out of upstate NY are coming in droves.

That's different, though. The settlers of Ohio's Firelands were actual New Englanders from generations back, and brought the current architectural styles and so on with them. Even Granville feels a little like New Hampshire.

I’m the long-time New England resident who was raised in a Mid-Atlantic state and thought the store was named Bon Witteller because of the way announcer Johnny Olson pronounced it on game shows like “What’s My Line?” The first time I went by the Boston store it took a moment for me to realize the name was actually Bonwit Teller.

[quote]I'm the fall foliage that's the best in the world!

[quote]I’m the Vermonters complaining about the invading cityfolk “flatlanders” and “leaf peepers” who come for the fall foliage

[quote]I'm the Gilded Age industrialist who can't decide between Newport, Lenox and Bar Harbour.

If you mean the town in Maine, it's spelled Bar Harbor.

R110 & R117 I'm the hit TV movie made immediately afterward starring the delicious Ken Olin.

I am the unforgettable and indefatigable Giles Corey.

I'm the school field trip to Plymouth.

I'm Betty and Barney Hill, who claimed to have had a close encounter with a UFO in the White Mountains in 1961, during which they were taken aboard the spaceship and subjected to physical examinations. A book about their claims, "The Interrupted Journey," was turned into a TV movie called "The UFO Incident." It starred James Earl Jones and Estelle Parsons as the Hills. Their story was originally told in Look Magazine. The state of New Hampshire put up a historic marker at the reported abduction site. It was the first case of "alien abduction" to receiver national attention.

I am the lovely swan boats in the Public Garden.

I’m a whoopie pie. Emily Dickinson’s favorite.

I am the Boston Common and I hate when non-locals refer to me as “the Commons.”

I am singular. I am the Common.

[quote]I'm Betty and Barney Hill

Were they named after the Rubbles?

I'm "Cheers." And Cheers.

I am Moonlight in Vermont.

I’m Sylvia Sydney, (not the actress) and if you ever saw me on stage, you never forgot me as one of the filthiest, meanest drag queens alive. Pardon if my pumps don’t fit well. I’m missing a few toes.

The Gilded Age industrialists went to Vermont for their summer mansions.

I'm John P. Marquand

I am Indian pudding, a.k.a. hasty pudding. I look like sludge and taste like heaven.

I swear some of you can't read or comprehend. A mention of the view from a UConn dorm room turns into a discussion of how good California state schools supposedly are. Then we get some other blathering about people moving from SF to the Idaho panhandle. No one said The Brook was THE oldest gay bar in the US. Just stop. Think before you post in "Let's Be New England" or start a California thread.

When's the last time you've been to UCONN? Mine was today. The old buildings are beautiful. Plus what you can tell are the old grounds are still pretty. That's a small area though as it used to be an agricultural area. Now it's filled with new buildings, that would do East German architectures proud, parking lots, major roads running all through the campus, zombie students walking around with their phones, it's just fucking horrible. No sense of community. Way over developed.

We’re………traffic circles (locally, a.k.a. “rotaries”)!!!

I'm the one time New Englanders let themselves go. Yes. I'm the garish display of Christmas lights. E.V.E.R.Y.W.H.E.R.E. I guess Meryl was right. With Christmas lights less isn't more. More is more.

I am the New England Christmas decorations. The vindictive of a single electric candlestick surg a cigar bulb in each window. So ugly, so Protestant. Don't forget the Gin.

One of the big desserts at Yoken’s in Portsmouth was the Indian Pudding. Either you love it or you don’t. I was never wild about it, the vanilla ice cream on top made it for me.

Thar she blows!

I'm Sturbridge Village.

What a shit thread this turned into.

^^ Sorry. Not meant for this thread, ^^

Sturbridge Village is not shit. Every middle schooler goes there on a class trip.

That's ok R330. We will forgive you but NEVER forget. We'll find a way to endlessly bring your mistake up to friends. Hey, its a NE thread.

I loved Old Sturbridge Village as a kid. Everything was so olde-timey!

Don't go back as an adult LOL unless you need to be a room mother.

I'm Valerie's Restaurant in Ogunquit where for almost 50's years, starting in the 1940's, everyone was welcome and the piano bar represented the fun in being gay.

I'm old covered bridges, proceed at your own peril.

I"m a movie where Alec Baldwin pretends to be a doctor with a God complex.

I’m Annnnnnthony. I had spaghetti for supper last night.

Anthony had the freedom of the North End at a very young age. I'd have been turning tricks down at the wharf

I’m a three-deck tenement. Row houses are for the mid Atlantic states.

[quote]When's the last time you've been to UCONN? Mine was today. The old buildings are beautiful. Plus what you can tell are the old grounds are still pretty. That's a small area though as it used to be an agricultural area. Now it's filled with new buildings, that would do East German architectures proud, parking lots, major roads running all through the campus, zombie students walking around with their phones, it's just fucking horrible. No sense of community. Way over developed.

That may well be. It's been a long time. That it is now ugly has nothing to do with California schools.

Let’s be a town with more than one Congregationalist church, a board of selectman for governance and a yearly old home day on the town common.

Throw in a Decorators' Showhouse sponsored by the Junior League, ElderLez, and I'm hooked.

I’m Talbots

R338 Anthony died a couple years ago.

Damn. Ant-knee was my age.

r342 just described my hometown. The current first selectman (mayor) is a big ol' butch lesbian. This is a rural town in a rural area and everybody is totally cool with it. I love how progressive New England is.

R343 I don’t see why we couldn’t, although I’ve never experienced that.

R347 I’m describing the area around where I grew up, but I don’t think we ever had a big ol’ butch lesbian chairing the select board. Your town is very fortunate!

I like to watch

Yes, thank you r345. I heard. He was proud of that bit of fame.

I’m the decision to change the name from Board Of Selectmen to Select Board.

I’m traces of the late lamented WASP overclass so beloved of the Datalounge.

Grig?^^

Fall foliage is peak this weekend in the White Mountains.

Team Green Mountains—

So’s the wet’n windy super-soggy remnants of Phillipe, R354.

We’re all the rained-out weekends!

I’m brown bread in a can

[quote]Team Green Mountains—

Where are my boys?

I'm the potholes.

[quote]I’m traces of the late lamented WASP overclass so beloved of the Datalounge.

We're Datalounge's beloved eldergays, who believe that Connecticut is still full of WASPs and who still live as if they are CZ Guest circa 1965.

I'm a bottle of tonic.

I’m the cozy cabin sweaters.

R361 notwithstanding her Boston birthplace, she was a Lawn Guylander.

I’m Brigham’s

I’m the chocolate jimmies at Brigham’s in Harvard Sq., or the one on MassAve. In Arlington.

I'm the former ice cream restaurant, Bailey's. The Christmas Tree Shop(s). The Clam Box in Ipswich, MA Essex Seafood and Woodman's (not as good as Essex Seafood) in Essex, MA.

r362 in CT it's called soda

I’m frost heaves!

I'm John and Lincoln Chafee

[quote]R362 in CT it's called soda

Right. "Tonic" is mostly a Boston and eastern Massachusetts patois, also heard in parts of Maine and New Hampshire. I haven't lived in New England for a number of years and I'm told that "tonic" is heard less frequently now.

If you're from Connecticut "aunt" is pronounced "ohnt" and not "ant."

One of the major telltale signs.

We say “ahn’t”

I'm the Staffordshire dogs on the mantle.

I’m all the straight women that confuse you. We’re not dykes, we just like wearing clogs and flannel while driving our Subaru. Oh sorry, I haven’t shaved my armpits in a few weeks…

No true New Englander says "ant" for "aunt." We retain the British pronunciation.

New England is the one region in the US that still has vestigial British.

Goin' over to my ohnt's house. She's got a problem down cellar with the sump. I'm gonna do a packie run and pick up some grinders on my way over. You want me to pick up some Parliaments?

Get me a ham and pickle grinder at the package store, thanks. I was going to get one on my way home, but I missed the exit and didn’t want to have to bang a U-ey.

[quote)didn’t want to have to bang a U-ey.

AKA flip a bitch!

I'm Peyton Place, Fer God's Sake!

I'm Claude Rains grave in Moultonborough NH.

R378 R379 In what part of New England do they call them grinders? In the Boston area we call them subs.

Ok Wikipedia says, "Grinder. A common term in New England, especially Connecticut and Western Massachusetts."

I always thought it was more a Long Island term. But in Eastern Mass or northern NE you really never hear it. It's submarine sandwiches or subs.

[quote]I'm Peyton Place, Fer God's Sake!

[quote] —Camden, ME

The 1957 movie version of "Peyton Place" did location shooting in Camden, Maine, but the book's author, Grace Metalious, based her novel on her hometown of Gilmanton, New Hampshire.

“You want a pizza, I know!” “No no, apizza!”

I'm people in Connecticut still calling their fucking refrigerator an ice box.

R385, see R40, R42

I'm a root beer float.

R387 Although I usually say refrigerator or fridge, if someone said to me to get something out of the icebox, I wouldn't even notice they had used a different word. That's how common "icebox" was when I was younger. My mom and dad grew up using iceboxes and that whole generation used to use the words interchangeably.

I'm a GRINDER ( New England word for Submarine sandwich)

R390- My grandmother called a refrigerator a FRIGIDAIRE

R931, see R378, R379, R383, R384.

R393- I'm not going to scroll thru over 300 replies to see if anyone else mentioned GRINDER

Then don’t bring it up —since you failed to note that it is specific to a limited part of NE

☮️

R394 I just thought you'd be interested in the previous posts.

Question asked and answered.

R397 Never heard "spuckie" in my life! But as the article says in Eastern MA we don't say "grinder." But we did use the term to mean a hot sub sometimes when I was a kid (as the article states. Not a hot meatball sub or something like that, but a sub that has been warmed up in the oven or on a griddle.

...close parentheses.)

R393

"Submarine sandwich" aka "sub" must be normal in SW CT, where I grew up, though I also grew up hearing "grinder" (used especially of a meatball sub). I assume that Subway, which started in Bridgeport in the 60s, took its name from the subs it sold.

The only time I’ve seen the word “spuckie” on a menu was in a sub shop in Dorchester Lower Mills near the old Walter Baker chocolate factory, which is now condos.

I have no idea how it differs from a submarine sandwich.

Grinder was a type of sub. Ham, cheese, tomato lettuce. Subs were usually hot, meatball or chicken parm.

In Maine, it’s called an Italian with the addition of olives, pickles and oil.

When my niece moved to NJ, she was very worried when she saw “hoagies” on the school lunch menu.

Yes, r385. I meant the movie location.

I'm the Bush Family. When we're in Kennebunkport the road is closed to non-residents/renters.

I've never seen that road closed. I guess they aren't there often.

I’m Mr. Rockefeller’s scenic carriages roads in Acadia.

They are DEAD, mostly.

I'm the packie run. You need somethin' while I'm there?

R409 Try not to get cahded.

R409 take a number

I am Squam Lake in New Hampshire waiting patiently for Katharine Hepburn to dive into me each morning. She is here filming, "On Golden Pond"

[quote]waiting patiently for Katharine Hepburn to dive into me each morning.

I thought you were Laura Harding for a second.

I'm Smith College, where more muff diving has taken place more than anywhere else on Earth for 150 years.

I'm pronounced WOO-bərn.

[quote]Grinder was a type of sub. Ham, cheese, tomato lettuce. Subs were usually hot, meatball or chicken parm.

The usage is the opposite where I'm from; "sub" to me implies lots of Italian cold cuts, lettuce, tomato, etc.; "grinder" was most often used in the phrase "meatball grinder." But "meatball sub" would sound normal, too.

R416 Same here.

The original description is of an "American sub", though. An "Italian sub" would have to include salami and maybe other Italian cold cuts. But anyway, it was and is called a sub in the Boston 'burbs.

I'm the street that is named after me in NH

R415 tell us something new

Woostah

I'm the Blue Laws.

The Desert Of Maine

Moosehead Lake

I'm Ella Grasso.

R406, I was stopped. Fortunately I could show Security that I was staying at the Lodge at Turbat's Creek.

I'm the Fahmah's Mahket in Cahplee Squa-ah.

I'm Philip's ass, rockin' it at the Formaggio Kitchen in Cambridge Mass. I'm a DL stah although only one person at most has ever seen me, and didn't get pix.

Rock in’ asses are a dime dozen in Cambridge…just head down bankside on the Charles next to the Anderson Bridge late at night (especially onwarm evenings).

I'm the Dolly Dimple Motel in Hooksett, NH. Rooms are available by the hour.

Sometimes by the half hour.

Let's be the Dolly Dimple Motel. I'm the sheets that rarely get changed.

But R427, how many of those rockin' Cambridge asses became DL stahz?

[quote] But [R427], how many of those rockin' Cambridge asses became DL stahz?

That’s right, R431/Philip, you tell him.

[quote] I'm Philip's ass, rockin' it at the Formaggio Kitchen in Cambridge Mass. I'm a DL stah although only one person at most has ever seen me, and didn't get pix.

Did no one out here shop at Formaggio Kitchen (the Cambridge one) in the 90s and aughts?

[quote] I'm the Fahmah's Mahket in Cahplee Squa-ah.

At which I used to purchase the most delicious chocolate chip banana bread from a farm whose name escapes me.

If you're going to Cumbies get me a pack of reds.

Let’s be the Cumbies crowd

I’m Sylvia’s grandmother’s “purple egg stones”, still cemented into the foundation on the Winthrop home you can find about the middle of what is now Yirrell Beach. They are as deep and rich hued purple as Barney.

Every time I read this poem, it’s like I’m standing there again, right after a terrific Nor’easter has swept the beach completely clean and bereft of any debris or emotion. She captures the strength, mood, beauty and loveliness of the shore (and those sturdy, dour Yankee generations of townies like my own that live on it year round) SO very perfectly.

Thank you Sylvia!

I'm Ma.

'Crane's Beach in Ipswich for the gays.

I’m the Wahlbergs and I easily cancel a million square miles of beautiful scenery

I think Marky Mark is pretty darn good in "The Departed" and "Patriots' Day."

Let’s be New England, tho.

I'm Plymouth Rock. 🪨

I’m the “Lace Curtain Irish.”

They’re gone —

I'm cut-glass Irish.

As of 8pm Eastern

I'm the white PEOPLE of New Hampshire.

I’m the ultra progressive views. “More POC migrants in the USA, please! We personally haven’t a POC in real life since 1997.”

MAGA alert at R449! You must have never left the confines of your completely isolated rural town to think that non-white immigrants are a rare demographic encountered only in ghettos and furtive bus terminals.

I’m Stephen King. I shamble around (sooner or later someone or something “shambles” in every one of my books) doing no end of good for the tourism industry hereabouts.

I'm the van that mowed Steven King down.

I’m the friendly and welcoming people.

I’m the thorny bush tucked into the back corner, by the fence, of Greg’s mythical Cape house garden.

R107, Murder She Wrote was filmed in Hollywood, and the building facades were from Mendocino, California. Nothing about that show took place in actual New England, although Tom Bosley's accent sure tried to tell you otherwise.

R417, but in southern Maine an "Italian" is something very different, and doesn't contain salami.

R372, I'm from Maine and we say "Ahhnt" for Aunt. I don't now any New Englander that says "Annt"....that's a NY thing.

R457 correction: historically, Black Americans—like New Englanders—use the correct pronunciation. It’s the rest of trash America that gets it wrong.

R455 yet no one ever noticed the sun setting in the wrong direction ;)

R458, there is no 'correct' pronunciation, only in your mind, dear.

If you’re in a New England thread, there is. You type southern or midwestern…like a dolt.

It remembers

No dahlin', at R461, I'm here in Pahhtland Maine. We say Ahhnt....not sure why you think the other way is correct. Are you a NYer?

Ain't you cunnin?

We're LL Bean's restrooms, the most popular tourist spots in Freeport, ME!

The way we pronounce it sometime depended on the aunt's name I'll give you an example one odd was named Patricia she was Aunt Patricia the other was named dot short for Dorothy but she was Aunt Dot as ant the insect. It was rare but sometimes the name of the person changed the pronunciation but usually it was the traditional aunt and not a n t

R463 —you’ve read my posts back-assward. Jesus, Mary & Joseph. Or you’re just being an ass.

[quote]It remembers

Does it remember being owned by Campbell's of Camden, NJ?

I’m cold rocky beaches, ewe by the bay.

Eastern PA Hard By Jersey = "Ant."

As in, "This is my Ant Shirley and my cousin Anthony."

And that’s incorrect

"Ahhnt" is the black pronunciation. I've never heard a white person say that.

R471 what do you mean by Ahhnt? For chrissakes, just say you mean like haunt or like ant.

…shit on you —have you no clue about this thread? As in “haunt” is the answer in NE & among Black Americans…you know, the real folks who built this country.

I'm John McGovern as the postal clerk in The Birds. I have no idea what I'm doing in Bodega Bay, sounding like I'm in rural New Hampshire reciting a Robert Frost poem, but just use your imahgination.

It’s symbolism, or a metaphor—if you will.

The idea, as used by Hitchcock, is a basic movie concept.

r471 you must have never known a white person from CT.

R471 isn’t clear about his/her written pronunciation …even with benefit of the doubt it sounds lame.

I’m the “Shanty Irish”.

Blacks invented peanut butter too

I'm the Hale Homestead.

I grew up right near the Nathan Hale Homestead. Everybody had a creepy story about it.

I'm Settler's Rock. Without this CT might never have been settled.

Thomas Hooker jerked off on it r481

R455 I always noticed the ocean 🌊 was on the wrong side of the screen

Well, I'm the Hooker Party, fresh from Boston, having a blast up here on R481's Settler's Rock!

[quote] I’m the thorny bush tucked into the back corner, by the fence, of Greg’s mythical Cape house garden.

Mythical? Ha!

I guess I’ll have to post some photos of it.

Hookahs!

I am Dixville Notch where the first ballots are cast at midnight for President

I'm Dogtown. Stay out.

[quote]I guess I’ll have to post some photos of it.

Why not? All of DL is just dying to see Greg's thorny bush.

I went to school in Cambridge.

I went to school in Boston.

I'm Windsor Locks. I used to be one of the richest towns in the world. Including a Federal Reserve bank. Now I'm a strange little ghetto. Lots of drugs and hookers.

Windsor and Windsor Locks really went downhill. True, they used to be very nice towns.

R483 Joke?

I wonder why they didn’t just set Murder, She Wrote IN Mendocino, CA? Was it because Angela’s strange accent was supposed to sound “New England”?

I can’t stand how in the (not actually bad) 1949 version of Little Women the March girls say “Ant” March. The screenplay is almost identical to the 1933 version where they say “Aunt” the Concord, Mass. way. And it does not rhyme with “haunt,” with an “aww” sound. It’s an “ahh” sound.

Tell us you don’t know how to pronounce haunt, without …a pant….etc. etc.

I’m Emily Dicklessson

Idk, I’m from Boston and we don’t say the “au” in haunt and aunt the same way. We pronounce it “hont” but we don’t pronounce it “ont.” It’s “ahnt.”

It's pronounced "ahnt" throughout New England. I don't know of anyone who says "ont," unless it's a pocket of people who live in New Bedford.

R497, how in the world are you distinguishing "ahnt" and "ont"?

I'm from SW New England and I pronounce "aunt" with the vowel in "father," as do most people I know from there. Some people there pronounce it the same as "ant," probably from NY influence or because they moved from another part of the country. This map shows that the general pronunciation throughout New England (except for Vermont) is to rhyme with "font," not "ant."

Sorry, R498, Perhaps you have a regional dialect of which I'm not aware, but it's "ahhnt," not a word that rhymes with "font." If you can't detect the difference between those two vowel sounds, there's nothing more that I can say to you.

All—don’t use ahhnt as your written version of NOT sayin’ ant. It AIN’T helpful.

The written version of the correct Black & NE pronunciation is better understood as awnt, as in saunter or haunted, etc.

Who cares how blacks say it?

R500 NO, IT ISN’T.

R499 Is correct. I haven’t talked about “Black pronunciation” because I’m not black, but I have had some black friends who pronounced it “awnt.” That is NOT the same as how New Englanders pronounce it. New Englanders pronounce it the same way as people from England, basically.

R499, the fault is with the inconsistencies in English spelling. I still don't know how you're distinguishing "ahnt" and "ont."

R500, not everyone who uses the "non-ant" pronunciation uses the same vowel sound that they use in "saunter" and "haunted." For "aunt" I use the vowel sound in "father" (as do most people I know from my area), and for "saunter" and "haunted" I use the vowel sound in "bought" or "talk"—in SW New England those are two distinct vowel sounds. And I use the former for "font," which rhymes with "aunt" for me (but not with "haunt").

Stop, please. We are actually on the same page as it is spoken. The only issue is how it is approximated in the writing—this thread is inconsistent to say the least. The standard pronunciation among Black Americans and NEers is consistently the same. Those crazy white folks in the rest of the country are consistently wrong. Take ‘er easy, OK? 🤙🏼

[quoteI still don't know how you're distinguishing "ahnt" and "ont."

Sorry to beat a dead horse, but, as I said earlier, those are distinctly different vowel sounds that, for whatever reason, your ear can't differentiate between.

Again, R505, the problem is with the inconsistencies of English spelling. There's no "ear" issue here, since we're writing, not speaking. My regional pronunciation of "font" could be spelled "fahnt" (with the vowel sound in "father").

I could never do that.

Nor could have Buck.

R506

Not sure what you're getting at, R509; that chart just identifies phonetic values using words that different regions pronounce differently. You'd be better off using the IPA symbols with a chart like this one with audio links (I pronounce "aunt" as ɑnt—not ɔnt or ænt—and "font" as fɑnt).

For christsakes, it’s 🐜

For fuck sakes…it’s chrissakes! You can’t spell a cuss word and then you tell us how to mispronounce a parent’s sister?

*fuck’s sakes ;)

R511, this is a "let's be New England" thread and in New England, "aunt" is not "ant"! Start your own "let's be southern Indiana" or whatever thread.

If you closed your eyes I guarantee you could tell if it were a black saying aunt or a white new englander saying it.

I could close my eyes, clench my hole and refuse to piss…and I guarantee that you’d still be a fucked-up loser.

It’s actually Christ’s sake, but people spell it different ways

"Ahnt" has a longer "breath" sound than the blunter "ont."

"Lawn" is not "Lon." "Dawn" is not "Don." "Pawned" is not "pond."

But I don't really care, because as I noted above, I say "Ant"!

A classic example of how a perfectly good thread can be ruined by just a couple of nattering maiden aunts.

I am the American flag flying at the Kennedy compound waiting to be lowered to half mast in tribute to the next untimely family death.

I'm Delaware!

I desperately want to be New England, but you won't have me.

I desperately want to be a Mid-Atlantic state, but they don't want me either.

Even Jersey doesn't want me.

[quote] waiting to be lowered to half mast

Oh, dear.

Half-staff.

I’m all that juicy Northampton poon.

Not to beat the aunt thing to death even more, but I had a friend from upstate NY who moved to the Boston area, where her aunt lived. She normally said “ant” but tried to say “aunt” the New England way to her aunt. It just never sounded right.

On another note, I’m the Salem Witch Trials.

R524

I'm a milestone on the Post Road. I say "21 miles to New Haven," in severely abbreviated form to fit my narrow dimensions. No one has actually used me for practical purposes since the 1830s when the railroad came in, but here I stand outside the bodega, just in case.

I'm the dentist office nobody uses in New Hampshire.

I'm the hurting ski resorts.

Or South Boston, r527!

I’ve gotta get out of East Hampton.

I'm going down cellar to fix the sump pump. Damn thing keeps crapping out and we'll have half a foot of water down there if I don't get it running again.

I'm the towns which recall Stephen King novels in their ambience.

I'm Lizzie Borden.

I'm all the stonewalls.

Something doesn't love you, R534!

I’m the Fromes’ pickle dish.

I'm the Ox blood.

R532 I’m the Massachusetts town which makes a perfect Castle Rock Maine.

(FWIW if the area you learn your language in doesn’t distinguish between certain sounds your brain loses the ability to hear the distinction, just think how East Asians lose the difference between L and R. I can’t distinguish ahhnt from ont, but I am sure most people can. I can distinguish it from upstate NY awnt. No comments about ant)

…I’m counting the spoons. Fuck you and your virtue.

I'm the lesbians in Vermont

But are you in Vermahnt, R450, or Vermawnt?

If R450 is saying Vermahnt, he’s probably in Iowa.

I'm the dick dock at P-Town and it has been decades since Dataloungers were here!

"Castle Rock" was Jack's stronghold in "Lord of the Flies."

Is that where Steven King got the name?

That's my thinking, r545.

I’m Fenton art glass

Castle Rock was a New England brand of soda. It was bottled in Saugus, MA. I used to go down there with my dad and get a wooden box full of various flavors of soda (“tonic”). Then you returned the box with the empties.

I’m Cabot Creamery, the Harvard of dairy operations.

R548, There was also a company in nearby Everett, MA named Pelco where you did likewise with the glass bottles and crate or they would deliver.

“It’s Cott to be good”

[quote]I’m Cabot Creamery, the Harvard of dairy operations.

I'm Cabot Cove, a small town on the Maine coast that, considering its size, has an alarming number of homicides.

Our Hood milkman delivered soda in glass bottles in a wooden crate.

My brother and I had to put them in the basement.

The soda was lousy and the crates were heavy but we didn't know anything else.

And my mom got all the neighborhood gossip from Ozzie the milkman.

[quote]And my mom got all the neighborhood gossip from Ozzie the milkman.

That's not all your mom got from Ozzie the milkman, I hate to tell you.

Not my mom r554 but Ozzie was very close to one of the "Mrs. Kennedys".

All lies, R554!

I'm millionaire summer properties in the Lakes Country, Vermont, and Southwestern Connecticut.

Without me, New England would be nothing more than a thousand dying villages full of disability checks, no-filter cigarettes, and daytime drunks who make an occasional living plowing a driveway or splitting a stack of firewood.

r557 knows nothing about New England.

I'm a frothy mocha frappe from Brigham's.

And, r548, "Lord of the Flies" was published in 1954. Your point?

This was mine:

R125, I grew up in CT and never heard of this story until now. His second trial was even in Norwalk where I grew up.

r561 it was in the mid/late 80s. Maybe you were too young?

R562, I was born in the early ‘80s but lived in Norwalk until I was 21 so I was definitely too young when it happened, but I’m surprised I hadn’t heard anything when I was older.

I'm Acton MA, home of Big Bird and Steve Carell.

I'm Bunratty's.

R560 Ok so you’re right.

I’ve hardly ever read any King - I think he sucks.

[quote]“It’s Cott to be good”

I grew up hearing this constantly and hadn't thought of it in decades. Thanks for the flashback, R551.

HI! I'M RUBY VINE FOR RAILROAD SALVAGE!

As I recall from seeing the TV spots in western Massachusetts, R568, she was Ruby "Choo-Choo" Vine for Railroad Salvage.

OMG r568 I was just going to post that!

Railroad Salvage was like the original Job Lots, a bunch of crap that you thought you didn't need but you could easily walk out of there with a ton of merchandise.

WE HAVE CARPETS. WE HAVE LUGGAGE. WE HAVE ALL YOUR KITCHEN NEEDS. EVERYTHING YOU NEED UNDER ONE ROOF AT PRICES YOU CAN AFFORD.

Building19 and 1/2

I'm the annual "Can Can" sale at Shop Rite. 🛒

ShopRite is more New Jersey than New England.

Oh well. I used to love the can can music when I was a kid. One of my gayling moments I guess.

I'm Bill Savitt! At Savitt, you'll have it! P.O.M.G.! What's P.O.M.G.? Peace of Mind Guarantee!

Watch for my upcoming spots: Bill Savitt on Broadway and Bill Savitt Goes to Washington!

God. These commercials were on when I was no more than 10 years old. I still remember them like it was five minutes ago. Local TV was inundated with the same commercials over and over. They were so low rent too. Sort of like YouTube today.

Here's Ruby Vine

For R573, with love.

Can someone be the Carvel Ice Cream guy? The one with the voice that proves he kills kids? I'm too fat to go near a Carvel store.

Carvel's is definitely CT, but also NY and NJ and so not strictly a "New England" thing. A more distinctly New England chain is Friendly's, though that spread beyond New England, too (and lacks the kitsch hilarity of Tom Carvel).

We got all the Carvel ads in Western Mass even though there was no Carvel anywhere near us.

r78 They're no Tex and Edna Boil.

Moe Black’s in Waltham, MA.

First National Stores

Their house brand products were labeled FINAST.

I am S. S. Pierce & Co.—the premiere purveyor of groceries, fancy goods, and potent libations to 19th and 20th century Bostonians.

Friendly's did have a bit of kitsch factor R581. Their products had names like "Fabulous Fribble" (milkshakes) and "FishaMaJig" (fish sandwich).

I'm the A&P.

I'm Roosevelt Mills.

Okay, R587, but that's still nowhere near Tom Carvel-levels of incandescent tackiness.

Spag's. Not far from the shores of Lake Quinsigamond. And not that far from Lake Chargoggagoggmanchauggauggagoggchaubunagungamaugg.

There never was nor will there ever be another Spag's.

They even built a monument to Spag's founder and his eponymous store.

I'm the basketball hall of fame. How I ended in a dump like Springfield I'll never know.

I'm the whore who lives down the road

I'm the septuagenarian whore who lives down the road.

r589 that's a nice apartment complex now. The neighborhood, however, is still kind of dicey.

[quote]I'm the basketball hall of fame. How I ended in a dump like Springfield I'll never know.

True. Springfield is a SHITHOLE.

I’m the Seuss sculpture garden in Springfield.

Yeah Roosevelt Mills is now a nice apartment complex beautiful Lofts however most of them sit unowned and empty. The place was built on a f****** toxic waste site that took years to clean up. Who the f*** wants to live there? But they are beautiful there's no doubt about that.

I'm Frugal Fannie's.

I'm the Irish exit of this thread!

I’m Marky Mark and I took control of Alaskan Airlines after neutralizing terror/ psycho pilot, because that’s what I do!