I was raised in Houston, Texas, but my childhood was marked by unforgettable summers spent in the Berkshires with my Nanna. She was a strong, seemingly magical woman who revealed to me the value of life's simple pleasures. The most gratifying days spent with her were when we waded through wild raspberry bushes, wearing the same old tattered chambrays we used every year, and filled mason jars, which were connected to our waists, with fruit. We picked until our hands were smudged red and we couldn't carry anymore. Equally lasting are the memories of the pots and pans in her perfectly laid out kitchen that we would use later in the day to make the jam. These were pots and pans she had my entire life and some of them still exist in my mother's kitchen today.
The goal of Boston General Store is to capture the spirit of how my grandmother lived by purveying functional, high-quality goods, crafted by makers from around the world who share that same dedication for moving past our generation of disposability. Just as traditional general stores of years past did, I also hope to develop a deep connection with the communities we serve.
General Stores once played large roles in places like the Western Massachusetts town where my grandparents built their family. However, today they have all but disappeared.
Boston General Store aims to bring them all back.