Mrs. P. To Hold Concert for Town Hall Restoration  
Thursday, April 18, 2002
So I've Heard


The inimitable and indomitable Mrs. P--or Jacqueline (Leboeuf) Puliafico, if you want to be formal-- went to a Webster Board of Selectmen's meeting Oct. 1, 2001--wagging her little finger, if only figuratively.
The retired Webster public schools music supervisor wasn't a stranger to any of the town panelists. She's a living legend. The auditorium in Bartlett High School was dedicated in her honor, but it was the Town Hall auditorium that led her to an issues list that evening.
It has a nice deep stage but it was time worn, and cluttered with junk, she claimed. Mrs. Puliafico suggested, as only the retired music educator can suggest, that something be done.
She committed her BHS Alumni Singers, with a performance in Vatican City to its credit, to a rousing performance. They'll fill the auditorium May 26 at $12 per, raising enough money to buy a new set of stage curtains, she predicted. The old ones have been there since Republicans were in control of town government, and this wasn't yesterday.
"The curtains are a disgrace," the dynamic Mrs. P. opined. Selectmen fell into line. They weren't going to question true authority. The auditorium got cleaned and painted in shades of blue to compliment the stage curtains ordered by Mrs. P.
Now it is a matter of presenting the performance. The 60 or so member Alumni Choir has practiced for months, even as Mrs. Puliafico wintered in Florida, directing by assignment and telephone. They've got things down pat--including their take on "Nunsense" and The Lake Chargoggagoggmanchauggagoggchaubunagungamaugg Song. This is the fun side of their vocal alliance with Jacqueline Puliafico. Selling a minimum of 15 tickets apiece is the flip side, and it can be tough, even expensive.
So, if some 50 year old kid suggests, "Won't you come to our show?," fork over $12 if you can. Chances are you'll enjoy yourself, the newly redecorated Town Hall will get a new set of stage curtains, and Mrs. P will rise to her full 5 foot 2 inches (my guess), flash her signature smile, and thank you!
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Weighing in on the ongoing Bastolla's Beer Garden question, was it a restaurant or just a bar, Beverly Mayotte-Blanchard of North Grovernordale agrees with Florence Lucas' review: "The best spaghetti and meatballs you ever tasted."
Ms. Blanchard lived fairly close to Pleasant Street as a young person and has an uncle, Bernie Mayotte, now of Corona, Calif., who loved Bastolla's food. He was a Navy career man. "We'd go there as a family whenever he came home on leave," she remembered.
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L. Roland Choiniere's recollections about ice skating on Elm Street Pond in Webster continues to draw comments from people who grew up during the 1920s to well into the 1940s.
Bradford J. Kemp lived nearby as a child. "I used to skate there with my friends," he recalled. "Not only that, we went sledding on Maple Street." Once an driver, caught in a skid, "went right over the front of my sled and I was on it, Mr. Kemp said. "A good thing it was a long sled."
If the flow surface to Fountain Field didn't freeze early enough, Alfred Nowicki and his Dresser Street friends headed to Elm Street in the years before World War II, he remembered. The lake was just as close but Elm Street was safer. "We had two fields on Fountain Field," he said. Located behind Dresser, with ingress and egress off Robinson and Ray Streets, it has long been Pepka Drive, with 15 homes in the current census.
Steve Ozaniak, who still lives on nearby Mount Pleasant Street, says, "We'd go there at first ice and cut off the (growth) with shovels. Then the Fire Department would come and flood it over. It would be nice and smooth." Roasting potatoes in a corner bonfire while skating is another "great memory," he added.
"We all learned to skate there," says Helen Dwyer-Groblewski, mentioning her siblings. I had the Richard Dwyer's family roots in Dudley. "Oh, no," Mrs. Grobl
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