Beverly Hillsdale is a collection of stories, vignettes, jokes, and random thoughts about an only child growing up, living in, and ultimately taking over her parent’s business in the hamlet of Hillsdale, New York. Some tales could have happened last night, some could have happened decades ago.
I’m sure everyone wants to hear what a wonderful place Hillsdale was to grow up in and how fantastic it is now. I would love to have that perception but ‘wonderful’ and ‘fantastic’ are definitely not the first words that come to mind. If you are only interested in a Realtor’s utopian view of Hillsdale, this blog might not be for you.
For those who know Hillsdale well, it will be very easy to figure out who I am. I’m not trying to be anonymous, although I’m sure certain others will wish to remain so. We’ll see.
I first heard the term Beverly Hillsdale at a cocktail party at the Wheatleigh in Lenox. It amused me so much that I often mention it to others and when I do, I get a big belly laugh. So don’t worry, I’m not going all “Save Craryville” or anything, at least not yet. This blog’s name, and my pen name, just represent the two worlds I’ve bounced between on a daily basis.
Beverly Hillsdale 