Katie Krasnoff
More than a Town, a Family
My hometown has always held a special place in my heart. The small town of Holliston is hidden in Eastern Massachusetts, but will forever stand out in my eyes. Moments, both of tragedy and pure joy, have brought my town closer together over the years, providing me with a place, physically and emotionally, to be a part of. Holliston as a whole represents my sense of family with people who are outside of the usual household spectrum. In psychologist Seymour B. Sarason’s inspiring 1974 book, he proclaims that community “is one of the major bases for self-definition.” Shaping me and turning me into the person I am today, Holliston is undeniably how I define myself.
The tiny suburb feels not as if I am trapped in a small space, but embraced tightly and contentedly within it. With low crime, slow pace, and wholesome fun, Holliston is made up of a few local owned businesses and even fewer restaurants. It is home to a mere thirteen-thousand residents, all of whom contribute to a certain sentimental impression. And it’s more then just the people, it’s the places. The one downtown hangout spot that every middle school student flocks to after school. The one sub shop every family, friend group, and elderly couple order from every day. The one high school football field that every community member attends each Friday night. Each minor place a part of me in one way or another. At Goodwill park we celebrate Holliston annually with cookouts and festivities, enforcing our closely joined community. Cancer walks and sports tournaments in town honor diseases and deceased, causing my sympathy and kindness to grow. Holliston’s countless memories stick with me, enabling me to take on the social niceties of the world. I have learned how much we need each other, because down the road things can get exceedingly hard and there is always going be someone to talk to and someone to lean on. Holliston has taught me that that’s what life is about: that connection with others: that sense of community.
“It takes a village.” –Hillary Clinton
A sea of red swiped across the arena. Spirited apparel draped across every fan there. Signs of red white and black swung in the hands of the crowd. Screaming, cheering and chanting roared, blocking out every other noise. The announcers, drowned out by the crowd and barely audible, shouted Holliston’s victory to the stadium. The town was in an uproar. Screaming of excitement and crying of joy, fans ran about the stadium to celebrate with the players. Everyone felt the same exhilaration. It was a memorable moment for the town of Holliston. The entire town in one spot, rejoicing, commemorating, and grasping what we had just accomplished.
In 2008, two boys from Holliston died within five days of each other. Desolation, shock, and bewilderment struck the town. At such a young age, I felt hopelessness. I had never experienced anything like this before. How do I act? What do I say? Of the many uncertain thoughts I had, one thing was for sure; Although the cruelest of all misfortunes hit the town, I knew we were in this together. The boys were different ages and died from different circumstances, but they shared a love of Holliston football. The football coach started what was called the “Dream Goal.” This goal was to win two high school football championships in each of the boy’s names and be able to raise each of their jerseys at Gillette Stadium. The jersey of the state champion hangs for one year at Gillette. This goal was not only put in place for the boys, but for their families as well. In 2010 the team dedicated our big win to deceased junior football player, Joey Larracey. But the team still needed a title for ten-year-old football captain, Timmy O’Connell. Now six years after the deaths, most of the players didn’t even really know Joey or Tim. But yet they played as if they did. The inspirational attitude that the boys played with throughout the season caught on immediately with the fans as well. Our town attended every game with lively and spirited demeanor, ready to “get that W.” (W being win). And every time, with a full fan section, we did. With dedication and teamwork, we won the championship of 2015 and accomplished the “Dream Goal.” It was more then just football; it was a whole larger sense of community and family.

It has been inscribed in me that perseverance and devotion will get me where I want and what I want. I have a driven personality and know how to do whatever it takes to accomplish my goals. I have seen this done in action within my town, therefore I have confidence in the process. Holliston has taught me all about standing together at all times, fighting for what we believe in, and building each other up along the way.
“love creates and builds up” (bell hooks 124)
Holliston stood together for years to accomplish the goal and the experience has truly taught me what it means to be a community. Bringing happiness to families outside our immediate circle gave me insight to compassion and empathy, traits I will carry with me my whole life. Holliston has given me the feeling of family on a greater scale and made me desire that feeling of togetherness in my future. I am proud to be from the town affected, but grown stronger, by the deaths of two young, inspirational boys. I am proud to be from the football team who took us all the way to Gillette stadium where we won the “super bowl” and honored both of the deceased football players. I am, and always will be, proud to be a Hollistonian. In bell hooks words, my town is “a place where my soul can rest.” It is a place I will always feel myself in. And a place that will always be the backbone to my character.