tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4567168789336947243.post8465236770676917323..comments2024-02-25T09:45:48.931-05:00Comments on Lally's Alley: AUTUMN IN NEW JERSEYLallyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05310472614196384595noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4567168789336947243.post-26514345511246849762010-10-30T11:56:35.087-04:002010-10-30T11:56:35.087-04:00So true. As you know I'm a keen photographer, ...So true. As you know I'm a keen photographer, but rarely do I bother to capture autumn colors. It never seems to come out right. No magic.Tore Claessonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04978163002830730401noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4567168789336947243.post-40464766299030489932010-10-28T15:43:36.894-04:002010-10-28T15:43:36.894-04:00Dear Lal--Your posting today is right on key. Yest...Dear Lal--Your posting today is right on key. Yesterday and today here in New Haven have been tops for color, maples glowing as though the viewer were tripping on some really good acid, the mulberry tree in my back yard a golden bough worthy of Greek legend. The only thing missing is that singular aroma of burning leaves that used to waft through every neighborhood when I was a kid in the 40s and early 50s.<br /> People used to rake their leaves out into the street and burn them. Back in those days most streets were either brick or cement and crushed rock and the heat from a leaf-pile fire would not melt the pavement. When asphalt paving came in, most towns outlawed such fires because they melted the blacktop.<br /> We also raked leaves into the backyards and burned them, plus we roasted hot dogs and marshmallows in the fire. But environmental laws from the 60s on prohibited that kind of burning, so anyone born after about 1960, certainly 1965, has never smelled such fires. More's the pity. That smell is one of the fondest memories I have of the 40s and 50s.<br /> Bob B.Robert Bernernoreply@blogger.com