Blueberries on the brain

In just a few hours, I plan to launch the most exciting product I’ve ever formulated. I spent years researching and developing this incredible formula that harnesses all the health benefits of blueberries. And I’m thrilled and excited that it’s finally almost ready. But while putting the finishing touches on this new breakthrough, it got me walking down memory lane. You see, my earliest memories of blueberries come from my summers spent on the New England coast…

In fact, last March, our oldest friends from New England, Mrs. Joan Snow and her daughter Jeanne Margaret, came to visit us in Florida. My family had moved in next door to them in the summer of 1962 in the picturesque town of Manchester-by-the-Sea, Massachusetts. The town fathers said they added the “by-the-sea” suffix so as not to confuse it with the nearby, much bigger mill town of Manchester, New Hampshire, on the Merrimack River. (This was before postal zip codes, but it might have had more to do with some crafty real estate agents than postal delivery.)

Originally, this quaint, New England town was known as Jeffrey’s Creek. Its main industry was furniture-making, despite its location on wonderful natural coves and inlets on the Atlantic. By the turn of the 20th century, though, it became the summer destination for Americans from all over the eastern U.S. They came from as far away as Chicago to build their summer “cottages.”

Our family home was located on two, adjacent, broken-up estates called Highwood and Woodmere, originally owned by father-and-son real estate moguls from Chicago. Manchester also served as a kind of summer “White House” during those years, with stays by Grover Cleveland during the 1890s, William Howard Taft in the 1910s, and Calvin Coolidge (who had served as Massachusetts governor, VP, and then ascended to President) in the 1920s.

In the summer of 1962, there were no presidents in our little town. (JFK was several miles south on Cape Cod.) But there were blueberries. In fact, I well remember just how abundant the blueberries were.

Mrs. Snow and the other neighborhood mothers who knew their stuff sent us out with beach pails to fill with the blueberries we found growing in local granite crags and quarries. These wild, low-bush variety blueberries struggled up from the thin soil in between granite outcroppings. The mothers paid us a quarter per pail for these fresh berries. And it felt like a small fortune, which we spent later on blueberry popsicles at the local beach.

Fifty years later, after a lifetime of loving blueberries, I began developing a new supplement formula that harnesses all the health benefits of blueberries. And now, after a lot of time and effort, through a years-long process of trial-and-error, this brand new breakthrough is finally ready. I’ll be telling you more about it today, at 11 a.m. — including how you can finally get this one-of-a-kind formula (at a one-of-a-kind price, no less). So stay tuned!


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