| Newton MA News and Politics BlogJack Leader, shares reminiscences of his Newtonville neighbor George Brown who died this Wednesday.  Here’s George Brown’s obituary from the Boston Globe.

I grew up on the southern side of Newtonville, Atwood Avenue a short street with 5 two family multi-generational house each on one side, and single family with mother in law apartments on the other. And on that street were a rabbi, insurance brokers, carpenters, dental technicians, green grocers, truck drivers, and a visionary. There is a obit in Thursday’s Boston Globe on George Brown, long time resident of Newton, and a neighbor on Atwood Avenue, the street On which I grew up. He was the visionary. He was a trailblazer and somewhat eccentric as all visionary are.

I bring his name to your attention because George rode a bicycle to work long before it was either fashionable or seen as a solution. Long before Chuck Tanowitz could even walk.  Rain or snow, all year, on a bicycle that he purchased from Harris Cyclery. He rode through Newtonville, through Nonantum, to the path along the Charles River, the Dr. Paul Dudley White Path to downtown Boston. He counseled my father to order a new 3 speed Raleigh from Harris Cyclery to accommodate my father’s long legs,(he was 6’2”) along with mechanical, not cable brakes, and my mother Hannah at 88, still has her 3 speed, green and white Raleigh although she hasn’t ridden in years. George helped make those local community connections that made Newton what is was, and what we hope it will continue to be.

 
George advised everyone, quietly, on things he knew. And what he knew was how to shake up the financial services industry. He started Brown and Company, one of the first discount brokers. He helped cut commissions and fees for the consumer in an industry that did not want change. While this may not seem huge in the scheme of things, his Brown and Company spawned the competition of Schwab, E*TRADE, Ameritrade  and the like. He helped revolutionize the financial services industry.

And for the kids who grew up in the neighborhood, one great memory was the hill that the Brown’s house was built into, it looked like a mountain leading up to Kirkstall Road. There was a nice piece of land between the neighbors house, and during the winter they encouraged us to climb the hill with our toboggans and scream on the way down, through  trees, over a hilly rock garden, a lawn, over a 18” wall, across the street and into our shrubs, which stopped the toboggan. No fences to keep people out, just letting kids have fun.
 
Of course, no great story is complete without a dog. Nicky, their golden retriever. He was the neighborhood dog. He walked every morning with the group of us to Cabot School, imagine kids walking to school without their parents. He was our protector. And every spring, when the skunks rose from the hibernation, he just couldn’t understand why they did not want to play with him. And some of us would run to Star Market for large cans of Tomato juice to help bath him of the skunk attack.