I read an article a few weeks ago about a brewery opening at the Charles River Speedway on Soldiers Field Road in Brighton. The Charles River Speedway was a harness racing track in the 1940s. It played a big part in my first trip to Rome.
I was seven years old when my Grandmother picked me up and as usual told me she was taking me to Rome. This time we went down a different street. We went by a big church. I stopped and looked at this church and it did look like St. Peter’s. We continued on and came to a race track and sure enough there were chariot races going on. I was beginning to think that I really was in Rome.
We finally came to my Grandmother’s friend’s house where everyone was talking Italian. Her friend gave me an orange soda and told me to sit in the back porch. I looked out in the distance and I knew I was in Rome.
Many times I took that same trip. I would go by St. Peter’s, which is now called St. Columbkille, and continue on to the where the chariot races were—the track is now closed—and further down, stop by a fence and look out in the distance to when I knew I was in Rome.
There in all it’s glory was the Coliseum. It is now called Harvard Stadium.
I have gone to Rome three more times but it was never like my first trip there with my Grandmother.
Anthony N. Tocci
Plum Hollow Road