As a kid, I talked before I walked and learned to read and write early on. Growing up, I lived for late afternoons, when my father arrived home with the Newark Evening News, the daily paper most people in Northern New Jersey read in the 1950s. I’d read it pretty thoroughly, especially the lifestyle section, Ann Landers’ advice column and the horoscope, and dream of someday working at a newspaper.

At Glen Ridge High School, math and science were a drag, but I loved English. I couldn’t get enough of reading the great American novels,  short stories, British lit and Shakespeare’s comedies and tragedies. We lived close to New York  City, so going in to see a show was only a short car ride or bus trip away. The bright lights in the big city held sway over me and I couldn’t get enough of the excitement, glitter and energy in the thriving metropolis.

And then there was Aunt Marge, my father’s kid sister. She was an actress, quite glamorous, coming into town with tales of Hollywood and movie stars. Her husband, Uncle Tom McKnight, was a producer in early TV. Life of Riley, starring William Bendix, was a huge hit when they invited me to LA for the summer of 1957. I was 13, young, impressionable. I went out a kid and came back a sophisticate. At least, that’s what I thought. But I knew then that I wanted to do something creative for a career.

I studied English at Glassboro State, edited the year book, married right out of college in 1966  and taught English for several years. It was creative, since I coached drama, wrote a school play and brought kids to the state drama festivals.

After Wendy and Heather arrived in the early 1970s, I stayed home for a few years, but kept up the creativity and writing, helping groups like the Girls Scouts with their publicity and running scout troops. When we moved to Massachusetts in 1976, I was beside myself with excitement, living in the heart of Minuteman country, with Walden Pond, Louisa May Alcott’s Orchard House and Ralph Waldo Emerson’s home just five minutes away in Concord. Pure heaven for a literature groupie and reading fiend.

One thing lead to another, and after doing publicity for the kids’ school for a year or so, the editor of the local paper – thanks Elsie Ellis – hired me to write a weekly column. Then, two weeks later, she sent me to the Maynard selectmen’s meeting for my first news story. I was hooked the minute I saw my name in print – a byline at the top of the story. That was 32 years ago this spring. And now, here I am, a long-time feature writer and arts and theater reviewer at the Lowell Sun, plugging away at it for over 26 years.

Which leads me to this blog.  Friends at the Sun do it. Favorite lifesyle icons of mine like Susan Branch and Martha Stewart do it. And  Julie Powell made  millions, gained fame and had a book and movie made of her efforts doing it. So why shouldn’t I get into blogging, too?

It’s as easy as talking – which I love doing. And sharing gossip and funny  tidbits about life, family, friends and food, which I’m also quite fond of. I also like keeping a journal of my daily doings, interviews, stories and funny (or sad) incidents that have touched my life.

So that’s what this blog is all about – my world. It will be a regular record of stuff happening in my life. I’ve got opinions on things and I hope you, friends and readers, will respond to those thoughts and add your voice to this blog. That will make it lively and fun to read.

Thanks to my techno-wizard husband, John, for setting it up and giving me the manual to read. He knows I love manuals.

I hope you’ll love reading Nancye’s World and respond regularly.

As far as today, I’m getting ready for Super Bowl Sunday, prepping the baby back ribs and shrimp and looking forward to the commercials.

What’s on your menu tonight?

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