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Tribute to Andrea Balsamo - September 2007

Welcome to the tribute to Andrea Balsamo in The People's Press - Your Town, Your News, Your Views! We are the #1 Single Copy Newspaper for Wallingford and Meriden Connecticut, Tribute to Andrea Balsamo Testimonial on Andrea Balsamo By John Turenne August 27, 2007 It all started at a golf tournament. No, I wasn’t playing – I was cooking! Andrea had approached me to see if I would be interested in volunteering in assisting the Wallingford – Meriden Branch of the American Red Cross conduct the concessions at the annual Ben Hogan Golf Tournament. She must have felt that my background as a chef and food manager couldn’t hurt in this massive undertaking and that although I enjoy eating hamburgers as much as the next person, there was no way that I could possibly eat all the profits. I joined the Advisory Board of the branch shortly thereafter and have enjoyed the relationship with a passionate and dedicated group of volunteers and staff ever since. The one constant adhesive through all the years has been Andrea. As the Branch Manager, one would expect her to conduct a well organized, profitable and successful community oriented organization – and that she has done. However, it’s the peripheral commitments and small stories, the things that most people don’t know about Andrea, that inspire the rest of us. Things like night after night, turning into morning after morning of providing food to the guests and volunteers at the annual Trail of Terror fundraiser; or sorting, packaging, stacking and coordinating back-aching food drives so that those who need a bit can get it; and Cookies! – hundreds and hundreds of giant chocolate chip cookies that are now a tradition of the Daffodil Festival. If there were a photo of someone in the dictionary for the terms, tireless, humble, perfectionist and committed, it would be Andrea. She alone has taught me that ‘community before self’ is not a sacrifice, but ultimately a life giving honor. John Turenne Chair – Advisory Board Wallingford – Meriden Branch American Red Cross Thoughts about Andrea I have volunteered at the Wallingford-Meriden Branch of the American Red Cross for over 20 years and I continue to be impressed by the performance of Andrea Balsamo as Branch Manager. When I think of her I automatically think of the letter C. She has the Capacity to undertake and successfully complete monumental tasks. There is no job too big for her to handle. She has the energy and drive to work, work, and work until the job is successfully completed. She has the Competence to problem solve, marshal the resources necessary and to effectively lead staff and volunteers. She is Compassionate about the mission of the Red Cross since it is so closely aligned with her distinctive Caring personality. She is, undoubtedly, the most hard-working, thoughtful person that I know. Andrea The most exceptional manager I’ve ever met and works harder than any manager I ever met. Most thoughtful of her employees. Volunteers for anything needed. Exceptional trait and wonderful person. Andrea is the most caring, generous, thoughtful director I have ever met or worked with. She is always there to do anything and everything that has to be done plus more. Her day does not stop at normal times, she continues as late or as early as she is needed to perform extra volunteer duties for the good of the Red Cross or others in need. Andrea cares for her clients, employees and volunteers as family. Even on a not-so-good day, always has that beautiful smile greeting you. Not only a director, employer, she is a friend and mentor to all. Sometimes situations exist which appear insoluble. Such is the case when the Red Cross of Wallingford/Meriden was in financial difficulty with no solutions apparent. Then a ray of light appeared in the person of Andrea Balsamo who was appointed to the position of director of this troubled chapter. Andrea immediately showed a positive attitude, a gentle but assertive personality, and an ability to motivate and encourage others to reach established goals. She has sharpened the various services such as: response to disasters; providing food and medical transportation, and provide training for various safety and health needs. All in all Andrea has helped establish a healthy and safe community. Attributes: Tireless Worker 100% behind all Red Cross efforts Puts in long hours when required Has a positive attitude Excels in Budget Management Stays on top of expenditures Food Managerial Skills She is friendly and courteous with Red Cross Clients. She has thorough knowledge of all Red Cross duties and functions. She is appreciative of volunteer’s efforts She has good communication skills. These are just some of the positive statements that come to mind. Harvey H. Bray She was an amazing inspiration as I started my nonprofit path with the Red Cross. I learned so much under her guidance, wisdom, and profound dedication. Even though I no longer live in Connecticut I keep in touch with the goings on of the Branch and am continually encouraged by her spirit and the very goodness she personifies and has throughout her life. Sincerely, Amy-Christine Vinson Andrea Balsamo ~ 1 Corinthians 13:13: "And now these three remain: faith, hope and love. But the greatest of these is love" From her tremendous dedication in blood services, fundraising, and community service her FAITH is exemplified daily. She is the epitome of grace with always a smile on her face. Her presence at the Wallingford American Red Cross inspires HOPE at the difference she truly makes in the community. Her compassionate heart full of LOVE ensures no one is ever turned away. Orchestrating ceaseless planning & coordinating volunteers with efforts and actions that is not always on display. Andrea has a wonderful combination of compassion, intelligence, strength, and stubbornness. She has been a great role model for me, and I am lucky to have her as a boss. Thanks for everything you do. With Appreciation, Anna Andrea Balsamo, This is a lady that is there to serve up snacks and a cheerful smile to each and every volunteer at the trail of terror every October in Wallingford. Not to mention listening to the complaints of the victims “customers” that patronizes the Wallingford haunt. She is the final word on what the volunteers can get away with. If you are a volunteer that gets into the nuts and bolts of building the trail you know what I’m talking about. Wayne manages the trail but we all know who wears the pants in this outfit. She is the one that controls the lost and found and with her group, works very hard on getting everything back to its rightful owner “and trust me there is A LOT lost there with all the victims falling down and running for their lives”. She is there at 2:00 AM when the very last Victim leaves the haunt. With all the Volunteers looking worn and torn from a cold damp night she puts her focus towards us to be sure every last one of us has a bite to eat and a warm drink to thaw us out a little before heading home for the night. Got a cut, bump, or just a scratch? She is there with band-aid in hand. Need something to drink? She is there. Need a little something eat to hold you over? Yup, you guessed it. I’ve got to tell you the trail Of Terror is a great place to Volunteer, And I for one look forward to seeing the Red Cross car show up every night because I know there is a friendly caring person in it! At The trail party every year I “like everyone else” look forward to finding out how much we are able to put into the Wallingford Red Cross coffers. And when Wayne gives her the BIG funny looking check I see true tears of joy from her come to the surface on this person. I’ve never seen anyone so sincere as Andrea Balsamo. In closing, I’d like to say, Andrea, You are a saint and a bright spot in our fine town, and it’s always a pleasure to see and chat with you. Thanks for being you! Sincerely The neighbors Dan McKercher Maryanne Naylor Andrea has a heart of gold and she is truly dedicated to our organization. She deserves to be recognized for going above and beyond every day to carry out the programs offered by the Wallingford-Meriden Branch-American Red Cross. Stacey LucibelloDirector, Health Services Education and Occupational TrainingAmerican Red Cross - South Central CT Chapter Andrea enters a room and immediately you’ll sense that here’s a woman with a cause. Knowing her just a short while, I’ve learned early on that she is someone who is totally committed to the American Red Cross and serving the residents of South Central Connecticut. She has a winning personality and an infectious smile that commands your attention. Andrea is a good leader, a great role model and emulates what the true spirit of giving is all about. Congratulations Andrea! Glenn P. Foster "I have had the opportunity to know and work with Andrea at the South Central Connecticut Chapter for the past five years. Once you get to know Andrea, you quickly learn that she is one of those rare individuals that are 100% community focused. For over 20 years, she has immersed herself in serving and answering the needs of our Branch community. She takes great pride in spreading the American Red Cross mission in the close knit communities of Wallingford, Meriden and Cheshire and consistently works to make the programs that we offer our communities stronger. I know her positive impact will continue to be felt long after she decides move on to retirement." Jane Wasyliw Former Executive Director South Central Connecticut Chapter American Red Cross For the time that I have worked with Andrea, I have watched her roll with whatever seems to happen. With grace, dignity and a sense of humor, she manages to juggle whatever glitches or unexpected situations that arise. For instance, she never misses a beat when someone doesn’t show up for a Blood Drive and the spot has to be filled at the last minute. Her dedication and commitment to the Red Cross, especially here in the Wallingford/Meriden office goes beyond just the responsibilities of her position. From Judy Having had the opportunity to work for Andrea these last 10 years, I consider myself to be blessed. Not only is she a terrific boss (a word she detests,) she is a wonderful human being. Kind, compassionate and encouraging is just a few of the many positive words I could use to describe her. If I had to use one word alone to explain who Andrea is I would say precious. For that is what she has become to me. MJ Mary Jayne Somers American Red Cross As a Red Cross volunteer at the Wallingford/Meriden Branch of the South Central Connecticut Chapter, I have had the unique pleasure of working with Andrea Balsamo for the past six years. Andrea has led this office with an exceptional mixture of skill, humor and friendliness, always guiding the staff and volunteers in performing the extensive responsibilities that Red Cross requires. Whether she is organizing a fundraising event, preparing refreshments for blood donors, interacting with staff and volunteers, overseeing food pantry and medical transportation services, supervising health and safety classes, selling cookies at Meriden's Daffodil Festival, spending three nights each week every October at Wallingford's unique Trail of Terror (generally staying well past midnight), or performing a host of other activities, she invariably does it with expertise and good humor. Indeed, Andrea is the main reason that I have become so involved with the Red Cross. Peter Burch I worked for the lovely Ms. Balsamo ten years ago, one of the best bosses I ever had. Tell her I will never forgive her for that, "We only have about 9-10 fires a year." We had that many fires in the first 8 months I was there. She'll know who I am :-) Chris Piantek Continuing Education Tunxis Community College 97% of the ARC Staff is made up of volunteers. That said, the lines between paid staff and volunteers are often blurred. Both volunteers and paid staff are alike in that they have a passion for the causes they support and a belief that by working together, we can have an impact to better the lives of others. The paid staff working for the ARC (and other organizations like it), have dedicated their careers to this ideal. In recent years, fundraising has become an increasing goal for the ARC to help supplement its budget to provide services vital to our towns. In a world of merging organizations and outsourced jobs, we are lucky to have our very own local branch of the ARC located in the town of Wallingford, which also serves the towns of Meriden and Cheshire. This would not be possible without local support through donations made to the office (directly and indirectly through organizations such as the United Way) and by people who support and volunteer for our local fundraising events. Managing this small office of four hardworking individuals and countless volunteers is Andrea Balsamo. Andrea is the definition of a model Red Cross Employee/ Volunteer. She is dedicated, caring, and selfless. She leads by example and volunteers as much of her time as she works, if not more. Andrea is passionate in her faith in God and in others. I am blessed that I not only have the opportunity to work with and learn from Andrea, but that I can also call her my friend. -Cynthia Pomerleau M. W. Advisory Board My name's Tim Walton and I would like to say to Andrea "Thanks for all your hard work and for putting up with me all these years." Well, without Andrea I wouldn't have been in the trail without her help. It was about almost 9 years ago when I first met Andrea after going through the trail for the very first time. Certainly very sweet, Andrea is like a second mother to me in a way. Very cool, down to earth, Andrea is a very dear friend to all of us, and someone I'm quite blessed to know. Michael Wilson Wow, it has been an absolute pleasure working with Andrea for the last 13 years. It all started with a simple phone call, a face to face meeting and since then our relationship has evolved into a special friendship. Andrea is one of those people that God put on this Earth to make people smile and give people a sense of hope and peace. She is one of those people who always look out for others rather than herself. The Red Cross and the town of Wallingford will miss her dearly after she retires. The "Boo Crew" won’t miss her because we won’t let her retire from the Trail of Terror. :D .... We love you Andrea!!!! Wayne & Christy To all of those who shared and we did not list your names – we apologize as they were not written on your tributes but I’m sure Andrea knows and appreciates your words.

Your Stories for September 2007 Part 1

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Welcome to The People's Press - Your Town, Your News, Your Views! We are the #1 Single Copy Newspaper for Wallingford and Meriden Connecticut, South Meriden's Christmas in the Village Celebration South Meriden's Christmas in the Village Celebration date is set for the first Saturday December 1, 2007 This event is free to all who come. Everything is donated by local business, our friends, neighbors and churches. It seems early but it has been the first Saturday for years now. This is our ninth anniversary and we keep growing. We counted over 2000 people in 2006. The weather was great and the fun was even better. Last year we had over 1200 baked cinnamon apples, two hundred pounds of roasted chestnuts, tons of popcorn and gallon and gallons of hot chocolate. This year weather permitting will be also a great event we have started meeting already for planing the event. Our entertainment committee will be looking for talent for the stage and for street entertainers. We will kick the event off at 2:00 pm with the Santa Parade with music, horse drawn carriages and local youth groups and more. Main Street will be shut off from Webb Street to Evansville Ave from 12:00 Noon to 6:00 pm with detours set up for safety. We have entertainment on Stage, on the Street and in parking lots. The fire house has Santa and Mrs. Claus where the children can have their picture taken with Santa. There will also be free professional face painting at the fire house and terrific musical entertainment duet by Kelly and Sean. Amber Alert children Safety picture and registration will also be in operating this year out of the fire house by members of Meriden Police department. There will also be children games and arts and craft set up in heated tents along Main Street. The City police department will have the new Mobil command post set up for visits and viewing and the Meriden Library Book Mobile will be set up on Main Street. Both lower Churches on Main Street the South Meriden Trinity United Methodist has a children’s bazaar and games and New Life Church always does the holiday season proud with special events and goodies to munch on. If everything goes correctly Hanover School will have its annual holiday book sale also. We do collect can donations of food during the day that will be distribute to the shelters and/or churches. We also will be picking a charity or local non-profit for our yearly luminary bag light. These bags are sold by that chosen group or charity prior and during the event and will be lit and placed along Main Street. This is the only thing during the event if one chooses to purchase that continues to give back to the community. In November some where around the third Saturday, date to be announced the Light post in South Meriden will be decorated with lighted Christmas wreaths. All this is paid for and work provided by committee labor which is all donated. The Friday night before the celebration we travel high and low within the South Meriden area and search out pre-register homes that are decorated for the holiday season. The 3 to 4 winners are announced on Saturday at the event. So get those boxes of decorations out and make The South Meriden Area Shine with pride this year as always. South Meriden Vol. Fire Fighters handle the Bon Fire each year that is located at the Riverside Park on Main Street. The Christmas tree at Riverside Park will be lit by a student from Hanover school while seasonal songs are song with Mr.& Mrs. Santa a little after 5:00PM. Well that's it for now more info to follow. So mark the date and if you want to get involve stop into Tom's Place on Main Street talk to April so we can put you to work. Keith Gordon committee member & City Liaison for the Christmas in the Village Committee Barbara's Bountiful Bouquet The cucumbers were spectacular this year, the largest and longest lasting crop I have had in eight years at the Community Garden. I must have picked at least 40. I picked my last cucumber in the final week of August. It took the tomatoes a long time to finally turn red, but I have been getting dozens of them, and several varieties. I planted four heirloom or heritage varieties, including two yellow ones. The yellow tomatoes have been doing super, and some have been enormous. The red ones, though, have been turning soft very quickly, and a great many of them rotted as well. I am not sure why. I have a chair set up on the front porch of my apartment and a sign that says "Free Garden Veggies," and that's where 98% of my produce goes, and it all gets taken. I cannot eat 30 tomatoes a day, unless they are cherry tomatoes, and I have had a bundle of them as well. I feel the tomato season will be shortly coming to an end, perhaps one more week, and today is September 4th. My corn did not really grow correctly this year, and the ears are tiny and the kernels are very small. I really only got a few halfway decent ears. I have never had this happen before, so I do not know what the reason for the immature growth was. My sunflowers just kept growing taller and taller all summer long and had many blossoms, and looked fabulous for a few weeks. For some reason one group of the sunflowers started growing sideways, and I was afraid they might topple down on all of my other flowers and cucumbers, so I tied a rope around the whole thing. There must have been 20 of them in this gigantic cluster. Sadly, the sunflowers are almost dead. It seemed to happen overnight. The cleomes also reached their pinnacle and are now beginning to fade. The marigolds are pretty much at the top of their form and look simply gorgeous, and are at least 10 times larger than when I put them into the ground. They will continue to bloom and look stunning right up until the first frost. I just love marigolds. The basil is starting to turn a little yellow now, which means we must have had some cold nights out there because it's a little early for that yellowing to be happening. So now it's drawing close to the time when I start putting the garden to bed. It's a process that takes me a couple of weeks, but I like to pull everything out, and then get hay and spread it over all the bare spots in an effort to keep the weeds down in the spring. It’s also good for the soil, as the hay becomes compost eventually. It never completely prevents weeds from growing, but it is better than not using the hay at all. If anyone needs cornstalks for Halloween, come on down. This is always a sad time of the year for me. I just love summer, and I hate to see it go. It is hard to watch the garden, one plant at a time, die. September 1st always signals to me the mad rush to Christmas. It will be here before you know it. So I will put my garden to bed for the winter, and I will dream of the spring to come. See you then. Barbara Sherburne barndt49@yahoo.com Tasty Apple Recipes Apple recipes from my mother’s two large three-ringed binders of recipes she cut out from newspapers or handwrote. She died in 1978, so these recipes are probably quite old. I submitted previously a recipe for Apple Pan Dowdy, so I did not include that here. Barb Sherburne Ginger Apple Crisp 5 or 6 tart apples, peeled and sliced (4 cups) 1 teaspoon ground ginger ½ cup sugar ½ cup all-purpose flour 1/3 cup margarine ¼ cup quick-cooking rolled oats (not instant) Light cream, half-and-half or custard sauce Mix apples, ginger and ¼ cup sugar and put in shallow 1½-quart baking dish. Put flour in bowl, and cut in margarine until mixture resembles coarse crumbs. Add remaining sugar and oats, mix well, and distribute evenly on apples. Press down firmly, and bake in moderate oven (375 degrees F) about 30 minutes. Serve warm with cream, if desired. Makes 6 servings. Apple ‘n Cheese Tarts 2 cups sifted all-purpose flour 2 cups shredded cheddar cheese ½ teaspoon salt ½ cup butter 1/3 cup milk Apple Filling: 1 cup canned apple pie filling ¼ cup raisins Combine in mixing bowl flour, cheese, and salt. Cut in butter until particles are fine. Sprinkle milk over mixture while stirring with fork until dough holds together. Form into a ball. Wrap and chill ½ hour. Roll out dough on a floured surface to 1/8-inch thickness. Cut into rounds with floured 3-inch cutter or other fancy-shaped cutter. Place half of rounds on ungreased cookie sheets. Place one rounded teaspoonful of apple filling in center of each. Cut a cross in remaining rounds and place over the filling, then seal edges. Bake at 400 degrees for 12 to 15 minutes until light brown. Makes about two dozen. Apple-Oat Pudding ½ cup quick-cooking rolled oats ½ cup flour ¼ cup butter or margarine, melted 2½ cups sliced and peeled apples (2 large apples) ½ teaspoon cinnamon ½ cup maple-flavored syrup Heavy cream (optional) In a small bowl mix oats, flour and butter until crumbly. Set aside. Place apples in a greased 8 x 8 x 2-inch baking dish. Sprinkle with cinnamon, pour on syrup, and then sprinkle with crumb mixture. Cover with foil and bake in 375-degree oven for 35 minutes. Remove foil and bake 10 minutes longer until browned. Spoon out into four dishes and serve hot with cream. Easy Apple-Bread Dessert 7 or 8 slices white bread, cut in halves (crusts removed) 1/3 cup butter of margarine, melted 2½ cups sliced and peeled apples (2 large apples) ½ cup walnuts, broken in pieces ½ cup sugar 2 teaspoons vanilla Heavy cream or vanilla ice cream (optional) Dip bread in butter, lightly coating both sides. Line bottom and sides of small oven-proof mixing bowl (about 6¼ inches in diameter and 5 inches high) or 1½ quart round casserole dish. In another bowl mix well apples, walnuts, sugar, and vanilla. Pour this into the lined bowl. Bake at 350 degrees for one hour or until center is hot and bread is lightly toasted. Spoon out and serve warm with cream. Makes 6 to 8 servings. Early American Apple Grunt This version of apple grunt is baked, but in Colonial days it was cooked in a Dutch oven hanging over an open fire. 4 tablespoons butter1/3 cup brown sugar, tightly packed2 cups pared, cored and sliced fresh apples3/4 cup walnuts, chopped1 egg½ cup granulated sugar½ cup milk1/8 teaspoon salt1 teaspoon baking powder1 cup all-purpose flourWhipped cream or ice cream Preheat oven to 375 degrees. Melt butter in an 8-inch baking pan. Remove 2 tablespoons of the butter and place in a mixing bowl. Add the brown sugar and stir until dissolved. Arrange apples over the brown sugar. Sprinkle with the walnuts. In the mixing bowl with the 2 tablespoons butter, add the egg, granulated sugar, and milk. Mix in the salt and baking powder, and then add the flour, mixing until smooth. Pour batter over the apples. Bake for about 35 minutes. Remove from oven. Let cool. Loosen cake from sides of pan with spatula and invert onto a serving platter. Serve with whipped cream or ice cream. Makes 6 servings The Challenge By Dawn A. N-Reynolds Recently, I was asked by Dr. David DeRosa of Precision Chiropractic Center, llc, to try a diet/cleansing plan, called Isagenix, and report honestly on my progress. In exchange I was able to get the products for free. I could not wait to give this a shot. I had picked up 15-20 lbs. of unwanted weight. Also, I have been having problems with my knees and the arch of my right foot. I was cutting carbs, counting calories, following an exercise tape 20-40 minutes per day and getting increasingly frustrated with the lack of results. If I needed further motivation, my sister was visiting in just two weeks- she lives in California and only gets out once or twice a year- what ever image she sees is locked in for the next six to twelve months. The philosophy behind the formulation of the diet is that the toxins in our diets over time accumulate in our bodies. Our bodies, in an attempt to shield our systems from the toxins will build up fat in our cells. If we can effectively release these toxins and cleanse our systems our bodies will return to the fat burning machines they are meant to be. If we return to our toxic diets we will need to re-cleanse periodically. While we can make significant improvements in our diets, go organic etc., the world we live in will make it nearly impossible to eliminate all toxins from our lives, and they site many examples of this, so the average person should plan to cleanse a couple times a year to maintain a healthy internal balance. The plan I followed is called the 9 day plan but actually needs to be followed for 11 days. In 11 days I lost 7.8 stubborn pounds. Three weeks beyond the conclusion of the program, after returning to my regular diet which included the summertime indulgence of clam chowder and fried clams, I have kept the 7.8 pounds off!! I am looking forward to trying the plan again to see if I can lose the ballance of the 15-20 pounds I wanted to leave behind. Here are some of the painful details of this diet: You will need to quit caffeine- coffee and soda gone (I’m now a recovering Diet Coke addict), eliminate table sugar, drink 8-10 glasses of water a day and substitute two meals a day, breakfast and dinner with a milkshake mix (I loved the milkshakes).Four days of the 11 are Cleanse Days which means the is no official solid meal- I found a way to get around this that I’ll mention further in. This sounded ominous but honestly, was much easier than I had expected. Pre cleanse Day one was a breeze but Pre-Cleanse day two I had a driving headache and mental fuzziness. Plan for this- it is the expected effect of caffeine and sugar withdrawal and it sucks- can I say that? By day four the headache was receding and I was feeling hungry. Day four is the second cleanse day there is no solid lunch, breakfast or dinner on these days. There are four cleanse days, days 1 and 2 and 8 and 9. I was drinking the Isacleanse juice blend, drinking my 10 glasses of water and snacking on the programs chocolate wafer bites. – I had also found a hidden note in the program book of other snack suggestions. The choices included 4 walnuts or 4 cashews or 6 almonds or 1 Slim Cake, or 1 IsaLean Bar (1 bar is included as a sample- this could be broken into several snacks -very good/filling) or 1-2 hard boiled eggs at suggested intervals throughout the day. So Day two of the Isacleanse I boiled half a dozen eggs to be at my disposal in times of great need. I had three hardboiled eggs in all that day. Eggs have never tasted better. The program consciously attempts to maintain a healthy glycemic (sugar) level. Exercise is encouraged. At least 20 minutes of exercise per day. I lost 4 inches in my waist, 5 inches in my hips, two inches per thigh for a total body loss of 21.75 inches. Things I have gained from the program: Many of my carb cravings have been quelled. I have been reminded how important water is in our diets. I am even more aware of the benefits of organic foods in our diets. I have also been reminded not to go for long periods of time without a small, healthy snack. I have returned to my a.m. cup of coffee but I have my diet coke addiction under better control. Everything in moderation. While I do not see this as a permanent life style, I can absolutely recommend this program for the person who is looking for a place to start, who is struggling with conventional methods, who would like to break free of their caffeine and/or sugar habit, or as an occasional diet/cleanse program. Look for a further update in the next issue and also how Andy did on the plan as well. My favorite Apple Fritters By Diana Lewis 2 cups flour 2 teaspoons baking powder 1/2 teaspoon cinnamon 1 cup milk 4 apples, chopped 1. Mix dry ingredients in bowl 2. In separate bowl,stir together apples and milk 3. Combine dry ingredients in bowl with milk and apples. Stir thoroughly. 4. Drop by tablespoonfuls, one at a time into hot fat that is 374 degrees F. 5. Fry until golden brown 6. Drain and serve sprinkled sugar, and/or maple syrup or cinnamon sugar Makes approx 24 fritters Wallpapering the Outhouse By Dorothy Gonick One summer day, we kids helped move the furniture out of the living room and Dad and Grandpa set up trestles with long, wide boards across. Grandma hummed a jolly tune while stirring a bucket of paste, Dad brought in a bundle of wallpaper rolls, Mom gathered the long shears and brushes for pasting, and we kids pestered everyone for a chance to help. The twinkle in Grandpa’s eye led us to believe that maybe we could. But the twinkle was for a special plan to keep us from being underfoot and out of the house while the big folks were busy putting fresh wallpaper on the walls. Dad said, “There’s a very special job that needs doing, and you four kids can do it.” “What’s the job?” we all chorused. With a twinkle in her eye Mom held a stack of old magazines, a pair of shears and said, “Follow us and see. The outhouse needs decorating and you get to choose the pictures and where to put them.” “Wow, all by ourselves?” “Yes, we think you can do a beautiful job.” We all trooped past the colorful trumpet vines and down the path to the outhouse. There Dad had put a platform with a pail of wallpaper paste and brushes ready for us to use. We could choose any of the pictures and turn the outhouse into a real gallery. Our ‘three-holer’ would be fancier that it had ever been! We were free to cut up the magazines, even the Delineator, McCall’s, the Saturday Evening Post and Ladies Home Journal that were in that stack. First the covers were saved, then we girls found pictures of flowers, landscapes, scrumptious looking cakes, pictures of fancily dressed ladies. Little brother John set about finding pictures of animals and cars that he would paste low on the walls near the shortest seat. It wasn’t long before we were all covered with paste and in each other’s way. So we sat down and let John get his pictures on the wall, telling him to help us decide where to put our choices. Margaret was tallest and could reach higher, so Alice and I put paste on the pictures, then handed them up to her for pasting on the walls. One by one, the flowers framed one wall with pretty ladies in the center. Norman Rockwell pictures were pasted on the front wall because we thought they were special ones that the folks would like to look at. The third wall was a cook’s delight with cakes, pastry, colorful vegetables, fruits and picnic pictures. The back wall became an assorted mix of the rest of our choices. We hurried in to tell the folks to come and see our work, but they were still papering. They told us to make up stories for them to hear when they came out to view our work. This led to hilarity as we each tried to tell wild stories about pigs, cakes, fancy ladies, cars, flowers etc. When the folks came out, they told us what a wonderful job we’d done and then burst into laughter at our preposterous stories. Mom said that the stories took away her weariness and so did Dad, Grandma and Grandpa. It was one very good day! Two years later when the bedrooms were being papered, we papered the outhouse with state road maps and foreign country maps from the National Geographic. The outhouse became our “Geography Classroom”, and a place where we could dream of future travels. During a recent hike, we came upon a floundering bird and tried to capture it to see if it had a broken wing. It flew off and we knew that it had been distracting us from seeing its nesting site. Other creatures have ways of protecting themselves from danger. Animals may cuff their offspring when they wish to be left alone. These thoughts brought to mind the ways that we distract our children from unwanted behavior. An amusing story came to mind of the time my folks succeeded in redirecting us and kept us from being a nuisance as they wallpapered the rooms in our home. WELCOME! To the 21st Annual Celebrate Wallingford It is sometimes hard to believe that this exciting Wallingford tradition is in its 21st year, but that is only a testament to what a tremendous event Celebrate is for our community and everyone involved. Our goal is to provide you with two days of family-oriented fun and entertainment, while celebrating Wallingford’s history and bringing awareness to more than 25 local non-profit organizations. One might think that after all this time the festival could not possibly grow and improve any further, but once again this year, it WILL!!! The full-day events on Saturday and Sunday will be as fantastic as they always are and there is something for everyone. Stroll through the beautiful Fishbein Park and onto Hall Avenue and enjoy the handmade Arts & Crafts, the expanded Taste of Wallingford, non-profit organizations and the many local businesses in the area and on Center Street, but that isn’t even half of the Festival!!! If you want to get your blood pumping, you will want to check out our Touch A Truck exhibits and then make your way behind the railway station to the children and teen areas featuring magicians, clowns, face painting, an obstacle course, moon walk, a petting zoo and pony rides. Our festival would not be complete without our top-notch musical entertainment. Performances start at 11am, and run all day, so come join the fun early in the day. Saturday you’ll get to see Blues Alley and our headliner for the day, Changes in Latitudes, the premier Jimmy Buffett tribute show. Plus, if you want do-wop and some 50’s music, you will not want to miss Flashback performing uptown at the Connecticut Street Rod Associations car show that will feature more than 300 classic cars on South Main Street. Sunday enjoy performances by Eight to the Bar and DeNovo, and head uptown for the Interfaith Blessing of the Animals on the Parade Ground. Whether you are coming to the festival for the first time or have come since you were a kid, we hope you will enjoy the excitement and tradition as much as we enjoy planning it for you each and every year. On behalf of the Celebrate Wallingford committee, thank you for your support and being a part of Wallingford’s history. I look forward to seeing you at the festival!!! Rick Myers, Executive Director - Wallingford Center, Inc. The Boo Crew Review – Wallingford’s Trail of Terror The countdown has started for the opening of the Trail of Terror. Wow, less then 75 days. We’re already asking ourselves, “How are we going to open in time”. Ah, who needs sleep. Before I start talking about this years Trail, I would like to recap what occurred in 2006. Well, we had an unbelievable year. The weather was great, we had a Friday the 13th, and the word of all the hard work the “Boo Crew” did spread quickly throughout New England. People came from North Carolina-Maine and in CT over 120 cities and towns were represented. Everyone involved knew we had a great season so when it came time to present the check to the Red Cross at our volunteer recognition party the anticipation was at an all-time high. Of course we waited till the end to do so. We went through our “Golden Ghoul” award presentation, recognizing the top actors in several categories and the top awards to our most “dead”icated members of the “Boo Crew”. After dinner, the awards, some great stories it was finally time to present the check. Pretty much everyone was sitting at the edge of their seats when the check was about to be revealed. The “Boo Crew” presented Andrea and the rest of the members of the Red Cross a check for $60,000 for their general fund. Well, we weren’t done yet. Andrea received a special gift for putting up with us for all those years. Then while she was getting settled back in her chair we started to explain to everyone that once the Red Cross raises enough money for building repairs, Andrea was going to retire. We then presented her with a $40,000 check for the building fund. $100,000 total. Not bad for a group of people who could not give the money away 12 years ago. Andrea works harder than anyone I know and it would be great to see her retire just as long as she stays on and continues to work with us at the Trail. Thank you again to the “Boo Crew” for all your hard work and dedication. Ok, about Trail of Terror, 2007. Come and see it. We again made major improvements to the trail itself and we have a few special surprises for the line area to make the wait in line more enjoyable. Please visit our website for information and updates. We also continued with the storyline from last year. I hope you enjoy it. That’s it for now. Happy haunting. Wayne “Spookologist” Barneschi “Sheltering an Animal’s Perspective” by Gregory M. Simpson I’m writing this column to ask you to help someone – an FIV cat. It’s a diagnosis with a scary sounding name – feline immunodeficiency virus (FIV). It is also called feline AIDS because it’s a relative of the lentivirus that causes the human immunodeficiency virus (HIV). FIV infects only cats. Not contagious to people, it is found in 1.5% to 3% of all U.S. cats. The fact most important to remember is that it should not be a death sentence for the cats with the virus. In fact, FIV strains in cats living normal lives may never cause disease. Richard Allen, DVM, veterinarian at Best Friends Animal Sanctuary in Utah, comments, “FIV cats can live long and quite normal lives. Cats seem to live a long time with this virus often with no symptoms at all.” This is because FIV is a particularly slow acting virus. The virus depletes the number of a certain type of white blood cells. Nevertheless, in practice it has been found that many cats do not have any more infections than cats that are not infected with the virus. Dr. Allen continues, “FIV is spread between cats by bite wounds and blood transfusions. Unless your FIV kitty bites another cat, the virus cannot spread. FIV can never be spread casually. Casual includes litter boxes, water and food bowls or snuggling and playing. It is unlikely for an FIV mother to give FIV to her kittens.” Thus, isolation of an FIV cat is not necessary in a stable household unless the FIV cat is likely to fight with the other residents. Research has shown that the likelihood of cats passing on FIV to others in the same household is as low at 1-2%. Thus, cats that are allowed outside are more at risk of being bitten by a feral or stray FIV cat than by a friendly FIV cat living in the family. FIV cats should live exclusively indoors. This eliminates the risk of transmitting the disease to other cats through fighting, as well as reducing exposure to secondary infections that would harm the FIV cat. A fourteen year study by Maureen Hutchison, veterinary advisor to Cat Action Trust found that FIV cats are more likely to die by being killed in road accidents, or to be alive and well into their twilight years, than they are to die from any FIV related condition. Another study at the University of Glasgow in Scotland found that the monitored cats’ FIV infections did not affect the cats’ life expectancies. Therefore, knowing what we now do about the prolonged nature of FIV, euthanasia is totally inappropriate and inhumane. One American study showed that FIV cats are far more likely to lose their lives through euthanasia when no one offers them a home, than from any effects of the virus. So, please, give an FIV-positive cat a chance for life and a loving home. Provide the cat with good nutrition, regular vaccinations and veterinary visits. Don’t forget that love is a powerful immune system enhancer. Cherish your FIV cat! For the animals, Gregory M. Simpson Gregory Simpson’s animal welfare involvement spans over 25 years, having provided leadership for several Connecticut organizations, as well as having served as state advisor to the national Friends of Animals. Chosen by CAT FANCY magazine as one of the ultimate cat lovers in the U.S., he is also a member of the Cat Writers’ Association. Have you had a mystical experience? Have you had a mystical experience you couldn’t explain or that left you with questions you never thought you’d ever be asking? I know what that feels like. My first such experience occurred when I was ten years old, attending a Convent school in England. One night while stargazing outside my bedroom window, the sky suddenly lit up with intense brightness and I heard a soothing voice speak to me. He must have spoken to my heart because I still don’t remember what was said. But the experience prompted me to read the Bible, and I read the whole thing twice that year. Some passages were like spiritual food and I read them many times. When my family returned to the States, I attended a public middle school and there had my second mystical experience. Having been in an all-girls environment for the previous two years, I hadn’t been socialized with boys. They frightened me. When a boy seemed to like me, and then ignored me, I felt emotionally devastated. I needed God’s help and after school walked to our church. To my horror, the door was locked. God was inside, I was outside, and I needed him now. I fell onto the steps in tears. Moments later, an angel appeared and told me I would find God elsewhere. Looking back on this experience, I think I should have been awestruck. But it felt natural, and it left me inspired to do exactly as I was told. Once again I was driven to find spirituality. I attended different churches with my friends, and read all I could about various religions. None of their teachings explained how and why the Light of God or an angel would visit an ordinary person. When I was fourteen, I found a teaching that did have an answer: it was because God loves all Souls and therefore each of us is worthy to receive God’s blessings. Miracles like the ones I received occur when a person is willing and interested in learning how to love God back. Whenever I think of this, it makes me feel blessed, loved, happy, and peaceful inside. A year later, when I was fifteen, I learned that the Word of God can be a personal communication, one that can be listened to at anytime. The experience came during a long road trip with my family. At a hotel where we stayed, I began reading a book by Brad Steiger called “In My Soul I am Free.” One of the chapters in particular fed me like certain passages of the Bible once did. I read certain lines over and over and didn’t want to stop. When my parents told me to turn out the light I read in the bathroom. When they told me to shut off that light too and get into bed I felt as though my lifeline to God was again being taken away. But as I lay in bed yearning for more, I began to settle into the comfort of a musical, heavenly sound that filled my ears and my heart. From this sound I received upliftment far beyond anything I’d ever experienced from reading any book. Mystical experiences, I have since learned, can be had by those who desire them. Eckankar, Religion of the Light and Sound of God, teaches techniques that can prepare you to see the Light and hear the Sound. One key exercise is to sing an ancient word, “HU” (rhymes with “blue”), in a long, drawn out voice. You sing it as a love song to God daily for about twenty minutes, praying only for “Thy Will be Done”. Yet I also turn to it whenever I need help. Singing HU has helped me in big moments, such as when it gave me courage and calmness prior to heart transplant surgery; and in small ones, such as helping my daughter deal with a fear of spiders in her bedroom. A Gallup Poll taken in 1990 showed that 54% of those polled answered “yes” to the question, “Have you ever been aware of, or influenced by, a presence or a power—whether you call it God or not—which is different from your everyday self?” Other surveys have shown that one out of every three Americans admit to having had a mystical experience. That’s a lot of us. Maybe you’ve had one, too. Many mystical experiences come as past life recalls, profound dreams, or out-of-body or near-death experiences. As a service to those who’ve had such experiences and want to know more about them, I’m organizing a series of free talks on these topics at the Eckankar Temple in Middlefield. They will be held on Tuesdays, Sept. 11, 18th, and 25th, from 7:00 to 8:00PM in the downstairs classroom. For more information, please go to http://www.ct-eckankar.org/. Dear Housewives – Central Connecticut’s Know it all Gals! Dear Readers, Do you have a question regarding family life, budgeting, customer service issues, DVD or book reviews, or home organization? We will give you our candid advise from a family perspective. Contact The Peoples Press by e-mail or phone with your confidential question and we will answer it in the next issue. June and Flora Dear Housewives, My days are filled with babies and it is getting me down. I have twins and a toddler. If I had known life would be so isolating with small kids, I would not have had them so close together. What can I do to now drown in the monotony? Mom Zombie in Meriden JUNE: Dear Zombie--you sound like you are in need of some adult time. There are a few things you can do. First, find a play group to join. It may take some time; there are some really lame ones out there (see the following question) so be selective. Second, try to get out of the house. It is hard with twins alone and adding a toddler makes it harder but find time to go to the mall or to the park or for a walk even. Getting out of the house will clear your head a bit and change your scenery. Last, go out with your husband alone. If you have a babysitter or a family member who can watch your kids for a bit get out with just you and him to dinner or a movie. It will refresh you and make you feel like more than just a mom. If you are like me and have no one to baby-sit at night then put the kids to bed and eat a late dinner together. Shut off the TV and sit outside and talk. Good luck. I bet Flora has some good ideas. FLORA: Zombie, it can feel isolating at times when you have small children at home. If you are from Meriden,the Family Resource Centers are based in John Barry elementary and Ben Franklin Elementary. The phone number is in the Blue Pages of the phone book. they are a wonderful resource for playgroups and information and support. They are FREE. When we are surrounded by like minded people it makes going through the tough times more bearable. Go to the Children's Section of your local library. There are terrific story times and now is the time to register for the Fall story Times! I met good friends through the library and your children will be exposed to books and play time there. When my children were small, I tried to do one thing each day, even if it was for an hour. If you are not getting exercise, try stretching in the morning or doing a short DVD before the day gets into gear. Best wishes Mommy friend and know that they will be asking for the car keys before you know it. Dear Housewives, I recently joined an online playgroup and was very disappointed in it. The people (which many weren't my type anyway) had their own little clique and really were not welcoming. They pretended to be but really wanted nothing to do with me. Any ideas where I can find better ones? All Played Out in Meriden FLORA: How disappointing to hear that the on-line group wasn't welcoming to you. They should have a closed group so not to offend any more mothers. June has some good tips below for you. Remember that it has nothing to do with you and that some people lack the skills of hospitality. Sorry you got mixed up in that mess. JUNE: If I hadn't been involved with this very type of playgroup at one time I would ask if something is wrong with you. I have that just because everyone has kids doesn't mean they have anything else in common. I would say to try the family resource playgroups at the schools or go to library functions. If you don't like your group there are other groups and schools to choose from. You may meet other mom's who want to be in a nice playgroup as well. You can eventually start your own if you meet a few people. You can try other towns as well. Stay away from those cliques. Hi Flora--Hope your summer went well. My oldest "little JUNE" started second grade and my middle "little JUNE" started preschool. The time has flown. I hope everyone had a nice summer and a nice start to the school year. Hi June--Summer was fun and interesting. We have a third and first grader. I too wish everyone a wonderful start to the new fall season! DVD Picks JUNE: "The Last Mimzy" was a wonderful little movie that you could watch with your kids. It is PG but it was fine for my seven year old. It was about two kids who found a secret into another world. The kids take on certain powers and the town figures them out. Sort of like ET meets Star Wars. Well, maybe not, but check it out anyway. Have you watched anything normal Flora? FLORA: Normal, hmmm. I did see "Nanny McPhee" (PG) and thought that was a terrific family film. Emma Thompson did a good job playing Nanny McPhee who comes to improve the behavior of seven siblings. JUNE: Now we are talking. That was a great movie. And it is only one year old. Way to go Flora!!! Way to go. Nature’s Grace Picking flowers in the rain, bare feet Wet this morning at seven AM. A church mission in search of Sea lavender, sage scented, Long limbed flowers more like blue lace, Rubbing against my face, Giving time a meaning and a space. Then for mounds of black eyed susans, Brightest golden yellow gazing up with dark velvet eyes, Round with the wonder of it all. These have I bucketed and brought to be Tidied up and shown off at Sunday’s altar, Nature’s grace, dressing up God’s place. VICTORIA PASSIER

Your Stories for September 2007 Part 2

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Welcome to second section of your stories in The People's Press - Your Town, Your News, Your Views! We are the #1 Single Copy Newspaper for Wallingford and Meriden Connecticut, Connecticut American Legion out to help veterans, troops Rocky Hill – “The American Legion is focused, as always, on fighting for veterans' rights, but also to show our support for the troops serving today in the war on terrorism”, The American Legion's Department Commander said. "We strongly believe that a nation who forgets its veterans is a lost nation, so we must continue to support our soldiers and give support to their families, so we can bring them all home safely. We continue to help educate and do battle for the children of our nation and the American way of life. That's what we do as an organization." Department Commander of The American Legion Jim LaCoursiere, of Old Lyme, and his counterpart, Alice Saxton, of Newtown, the Department President of the American Legion Auxiliary, took office July 8th of 2006, at the American Legion Department Convention held in Rocky Hill. They have promoted support for our soldiers and their families all year and are trying to deliver their message into every community throughout the state. The American Legion has launched a new program, called Heroes to Hometown, which encourages local American Legion units to support troops as they arrive home from deployments. This program is important because it links troops to their hometowns, and guarantees they will receive a more welcome homecoming than that given to U.S. troops coming home from the Vietnam War. To make this program a success, it truly entails getting the whole community and every community in the great state of Connecticut involved. We currently have a commitment of support from Waterford High School and a handful of various communities, but we still need a lot more help to provide sufficient and adequate care for Connecticut’s soldiers and their families. The American Legion has found still another way to enhance our service to veterans and their families. Through the Heroes to Hometown program, the American Legion will act as a catalyst for the Department of Defense in setting up community networks to provide long term support for severely injured veterans and their families. The purpose of the program is to identify and coordinate resources in the local community to assist the Severely Injured Service Member and their family before their actual return to the community. Depending on the needs assessment, a permanent housing, assist in adapting a home or vehicle, find jobs and educational child care, financial support, counseling, entertainment options, spiritual, and other family support. The American Legion will serve as the organizational point of contact in each state in forming local community Heroes to Hometown committees. To create these committees, the Legion will coordinate with local veteran service and other non-profit organizations, business leaders, chamber of commerce, state and local governments, Congressional liaisons, financial and legal, educational, and religious institutions, local military units, unions and other organizations interested in providing support. The American Legion does not preclude other non-profit organizations from providing similar support. “We all must work together to achieve the highest goal and outcome for our fellow soldiers and their families.” The American Legion National Headquarters will appoint Heroes to Hometown representatives in each state and these individuals will communicate directly with the DoD state liaisons, the Military Service Severely Injured Program staff, care managers and counselor advocates. National Headquarters will also provide a representative to staff the American Legion Heroes to Hometowns information desk to be located at the Pentagon’s MSCI office. We'll be there to welcome them home with open arms, and to provide the guidance, comfort, and support which they and their families may require." he said. "We truly are a grateful and proud nation and we must make our veterans feel the same pride and allow them to hold their heads high and proud." We have soldiers returning to Connecticut whom really need our help now, since tomorrow may not be soon enough. Currently, we are in the process of making some home modifications to two soldiers homes, in order to give the soldiers as comfortable of a life style to lead a full and productive life, and comfortable enough to help relieve some of the burdens form the families. One particular case we are trying to put into motion now, before the soldier returns home is for Sgt. Barry Albert of Windsor Locks. BACKGROUND: SGT Barry Albert (a.k.a. "Pappy"), age 42, was in his tenth month in Iraqwhen, on May 14th of this year, he was driving the lead vehicle of a four-vehicle LOGPAC convoy near Al Hilla, when he was hit by an EFP. SGT Albert lost his left leg in the attack and only one other Soldier was injured (shrapnel in the shoulder). He continued to drive his vehicle, leading the convoy out of the kill zone and away from the danger area for as long as he could remain conscious. Upon waking up, SGT Albert's first concerns were for his wounded passenger and the others. Family: He has been married for 22 years to his wife, Susan, and they have three children -- a daughter, Alaina, age 15; a son, Ian, age 12; and another daughter, Megan, age 8 and reside in Windsor Locks, Connecticut. An initial meeting and walk through of the family home was conducted by the American Legion Department Commander Jim LaCoursiere and American Legion Post 36 & H2H Co-Chair Dave Booth and accompanied by SSgt. George Mitchell. This was brought to our attention and the meeting set up by George Mitchell and he will act as the point of contact for this family from here on out. Upon our initial arrival, I went over a few details about the program, "Heroes to Hometown" with Susan and we filled out an application for the record. Once this paperwork was completed, it was time for a very thorough walk through of the entire house, both inside and out. This is an older home located on a corner lot. With the dwelling being older, every doorway and passageway throughout the house is very narrow. The bathroom is in poor condition with tiles missing or broken in the shower area, and there is no way for Barry to get by the vanity once he gets home (clearance is very minimal). The front of the house has brick steps, coming out from the front entrance/sun porch with no easy accessibility. The side door/back has concrete steps after passing a 3-5" rise from the sidewalk. The hatchway is rusted and leaks very heavily, allowing water to build up below the house whenever it rains. The garage is also in much need of repair and cosmetics. It is of the best interest of the family and Sgt. Barry Albert that we take care of the doorways, bathroom with much more accessibility& new Handicap shower stall and ramps as a primary goal first, then seek the other comfort items as secondary. One major hurdle which has been pointed out to Dave, was to possibly enlarge the sun porch and relocate the door to the side of the house where it meets the driveway. The American Legion Post 36 Heroes to Hometown team has been tasked with promoting this cause with their local community, clearing the red tape with door relocation on this house, and pulling all the information from planning and zoning to get all of our permits secured with the fees waived. A more detailed report to follow with design concepts. How you can help: Please contact Jim LaCoursiere, The American Legion, Department of Connecticut Commander at (860) 705-4173 Marriage of Convenience or Love? The Last Chapter By Diana Lewis Part 5 of 5 of a very special story by Ms. Lewis On Sundays, Carl found other people to work for him while Lydia, Beth Ann and him went to church. Beth Ann had never been to church before and was very nervous about going. She grew learning that God punished you for everything you did wrong. She listened to the sermon and this man was saying the total opposite of what she had learned about God. He was saying that He was a loving God and He sent His Son to die for all our sins. She couldn’t believe it. She asked questions on the way back to the hotel, and Lydia and Carl answered her questions. After a few weeks of hearing this, she decided she wanted this love that God had for her and she accepted Christ into her heart. Lydia was sitting on Beth Ann’s only chair in the room, on Sunday. Beth Ann was sitting on her bed while they chatted. “You’re putting on some weight there, girl,” said Lydia. “I know, I’m going to have to go get me couple of new dresses for work. Maybe we could do that tomorrow when it settles down a little in the diner.” “Maybe I can go with you and help you.” said Lydia. “I don’t know why I’m putting on weight, I never used to.” “Do you think you might be-----?” “Be what?” asked Beth Ann. “Ah—in–ah —a family way?” “Oh, no! I hope not!” exclaimed Beth Ann. “Have you been sick lately?” “A little sick to my stomach.” “That’s a good sign that you are.” “Oh no, Lydia, what am I going to do?” “I think that you might need your husband at a time like this.” Beth An had told her weeks ago why she left her husband. “I don’t think I can do that,” she said. “It may be none of my business, but I think that you should be with your husband and help you through this. I’m not good at things like that. I puke at the sight of blood, so I won’t be much help.” said Lydia. Beth Ann had to think about this. She knew she should forgive her husband for marrying her for the ranch but she didn’t know if she could live with him again. In Boulder Buck went into town to get supplies. He ran into a new face in town when he went into the general store. “Hello,” said the man. “I’m Solomon Greer,” He should hands with Buck. “I’m Buck Buchanan.” Buck answered and they started talking small talk and Solomon invited Buck to dinner at the hotel. Buck went with him and Buck and Solomon became good friends. They started getting together each week for dinner and one Saturday when they met, Solomon asked Buck to go to church with him. Buck wasn’t sure that he wanted to but he said he would. After going a few Sundays, Buck started asking Solomon questions and in a few more weeks Buck had asked the Lord to save him. Now Buck was praying for his wife’s return. He had no idea why she left, but he knew he wanted her back. On Tuesday when Martha Rae had come back from town, Buck helped her bring the groceries in. She handed her the mail. There was a letter there that had no return address. He went into his study and sat down and opened it. “Dear Buck, I know it’s been six months since I left and I wondered if we are still married. I am doing fine and working washing dishes for a restaurant. God kind of led me to write to you, I really don’t know why because I don’t know if I can ever live with you again since I found out that you married me just for the ranch. Please don’t look for me just yet. I need time to think and pray about is and what His will for our future together. I need time, Buck. I need to pray and think about our child as well so please give me some time. Your wife, Beth Ann” He looked at the post mark on the envelope. It said Salem. He rushed out of the study and hollered for Martha Rae to put together some provisions for a few days as he headed out to the barn to hitch the horses to the buggy. He was going to get his wife and his unborn child. It was a cold ride to Salem. It felt like it could snow at any time. When he arrive in Salem, he went to the hotel and got a room. There were only two restaurants in Salem, one at the hotel and one down the street by the Sheriff’s office. He decided to check the hotel first. Lydia was waiting on customers when he walked in. He took a table by the window. Lydia brought him over some coffee and a menu. “Our special is roast beef, mashed potato and gravy and peas or corn and pie for dessert.” she said setting the coffee and the menu on the table. “I’ll take the special. Also I was wondering if you could help me.” “What’s that?” she asked. “I’m looking for a woman with red hair, tall and thin. Have you seen her?” “That’s depends on who you are.” she answered. “I’m her husband. She wrote me a letter,” he took it out of his shirt pocket as he was talking. “ And I’ve been trying to find her for months.” “I’ll be right back,” she said as she ran back in the kitchen to see Beth Ann. “There is someone out there who is asking for you.” “Oh, who?” “He says he’s your husband. He says he got your letter and he’s been looking for you for months.” “He’s been looking for me?” “That’s what he said.” “I’m not sure I want to see him.” answered Beth Ann. “Honey, he wants to take care of you and that baby. You should let him. After all he is the father and he has a right to that child as much as you do.” “I know you’re right, but----“ “You should forgive whatever he’s done to you, Beth Ann and let him take care of you,” said Carl. “I don’t know the whole story with you, but if he’s been looking for you, he must really care about you.” “Go at least talk to him,” suggested Lydia. “Carl gives me a roast beef dinner for the man.” Beth Ann followed Lydia out to the floor. She left after she put the place down in front of him. Beth Ann eased herself reluctantly into the chair across from him. “Hello, Buck,” she said softly. “Oh, Beth Ann, you had me so worried. I’ve been looking for you for months. Igot your letter and I came right on.” “I don’t know, Buck.” “Honey, I didn’t marry you because of the ranch, I married you because I love you.” “Then why didn’t you rebuke Bob for saying that?” “You heard that?” “Yes.” “I really don’t care what others think of me. They don’t know the truth and it’s really none of their business.” “Really?” “Yes, really. Darlin’ I love you with all my heart and I want you to come home with me.” Beth Ann sat there thinking. Carl brought a plate of roast beef out from the kitchen. He took it to Lydia and told her to take it over for Beth Ann. She was probably going to be leaving tonight and he wanted her to eat before she left. He told Lydia that both meals were on him. She took the plate over to Beth Ann. “The boss says that you’ll probably be leaving and he wants you to eat before you go.” said Lydia as she placed the plate in front of Beth Ann. Beth Ann looked from one to the other. “Well, I guess I am, at that.” and she ate what was placed front of her. “By the way, those dinners are on the boss. He wants you to come say goodbye before you leave.” Beth Ann smiled at her. When she finished eating the pie, she excused herself and went upstairs to pack her things. When she came back down Carl was talking to Buck. Buck saw her come in the room. “Are you ready to go?” he asked as she walked up to them, and he took her bag. They went outside and he helped her into the buggy. Lydia and Carl followed them out and had a prayer for them before they left. “Let us hear from you once in a while so we’ll that you are doing okay.” said Carl. “I will. I’ll try and write at lease once a month. It depends on how busy I am with the baby. Maybe you can come visit sometime and see the little one.” “I can’t promise but we’ll try.” answered Carl. Part of the ride home was quiet. Beth Ann thanked God for her husband and that he didn’t marry her for the ranch, so it wasn’t a marriage of convenience, it was a marriage of love.....true love. Here are some comments made in 1951 ---- only 56 years ago! Submitted by Donna Mahon "I'll tell you one thing, if things keep going the way they are, it's going to be impossible to buy a week's groceries for $20." "Have you seen the new cars coming out next year? It won't be long before $2000 will only buy a used one." "If cigarettes keep going up in price, I'm going to quit. A quarter a pack is ridiculous." "Did you hear the post office is thinking about charging a dime just to mail a letter?" "If they raise the minimum wage to $1, nobody will be able to hire outside help at the store." "When I first started driving, who would have thought gas would someday cost 29 cents a gallon. Guess we'd be better off leaving the car in the garage." "Kids today are impossible. Those duck tail hair cuts make it impossible to stay groomed. Next thing you know, boys will be wearing their hair as long as the girls." "I'm afraid to send my kids to the movies any more. Ever since they let Clark Gable get by with saying 'damn' in 'Gone With The Wind,' it seems every new movie has either "hell" or "damn" in it. "I read the other day where some scientist thinks it's possible to put a man on the moon by the end of the century. They even have some fellows they call astronauts preparing for it down in Texas " "Did you see where some baseball player just signed a contract for $75,000 a year just to play ball? It wouldn't surprise me if someday they'll be making more than the president." "I never thought I'd see the day all our kitchen appliances would be electric. They are even making electric typewriters now." "It's too bad things are so tough nowadays. I see where a few married women are having to work to make ends meet." "It won't be long before young couples are going to have to hire someone to watch their kids so they can both work." "Marriage doesn't mean a thing any more; those Hollywood stars seem to be getting divorced at the drop of a hat." "I'm just afraid the Volkswagen car is going to open the door to a whole lot of foreign business." "Thank goodness I won't live to see the day when the Government takes half our income in taxes. I sometimes wonder if we are electing the best people to congress." "The drive-in restaurant is convenient in nice weather, but I seriously doubt they will ever catch on." "There is no sense going to Lincoln or Omaha anymore for a weekend. It costs nearly $15 a night to stay in a hotel." "No one can afford to be sick any more; $35 a day in the hospital is too rich for my blood." "If they think I'll pay 50 cents for a hair cut, forget it" Sharing The Word With Pastor Diana The WOW in Worship Psalm 100:1-5 Sometimes we that the WOW in our worship tome. Psalm 100 offers what I like to call a spiritual pick-me-up. It tells us that the more we know about God's nature, the more we can express out love for Him.. Information leads to adoration. The psalmist her is reflecting the Lord as God, Creator and Shepherd, which results in worship, gladness and joyful sings. It's true, to know Him is to love Him. Knowing that "the Lord is God" (v3) identifies Him as the only true God. He existed before all, after all and above all. He possesses unlimited power, knowledge immeasurable, and a presence that is unavoidable. He is indescribable, indispensable, and indisputable. He is huge! There was a little girl who was listening to her father reading their family devotions. She seemed to be in awe by her parent's talk about God's unlimited power. "Daddy," She asked, "how big is God?' Her father answered, "Honey, He is always a lot bigger than what you need." Believing that God is bigger than our own situations produces passion in our praises to God. Knowing that "it is He who make us" (v3) reveals Him as our Creator. He is the One who fashioned us into His image (Genesis 1:27) He shows us His creativity through forming humans who are diverse yet distinctive. But why did God create us? The psalmist says that we were created to become God's people---those of His Highest priority. Our value lies not in who we are, but in whose we are. Belonging to God's family adds awe to our adoration for Him. Knowing that "we are......the sheep of His pasture" (v3) will help us understand the tender care God shows for His children. Shepherds are responsible for every aspect of their flocks well-being. Shepherd takes their responsibility very seriously. They make sure their sheep are protected, they five them guidance on which way to go, they take them to finest pastures to graze in, they make sure they have enough to eat and drink, and they help them to rest. Our Good Shepherd is exactly like that. He leads His sheep into "green pastures" (Psalm 32:2). He "calls His own sheep by name" (John 10:3). He "lays down His life for His sheep" (John 10:11). Showing our gratitude to our Shepherd, Jesus Christ, will produce gladness in our hearts. Understanding that the Lord is bigger than any of our needs, that He is our Creator. We belong to Him. We can't help but put the WOW back into our worship! Reflection 1. On the scale of one to ten, how would you rank the intensity of your worship? 2. List some of God's attributes. In what ways has He revealed Himself to you? 3. How does knowing the nature of God affect how you praise Him? Now take some time to enter His gates with a joyful song that celebrates His character. Related Readings Psalm 23:1-6 Isaiah 43:5-6 Romans 9:25-26 Colossians 1:16-17 Pastor Diana pastors the Jesus Loves Advent Christian Home Fellowship in Meriden, Ct. For information about our services or more information about our Fellowship please email Pastor Diana at pastordiana@sbcglobal.net Drinking Tea Drinking tea, January, sitting with my grandmother Talking about the weather, in New England, The sky the color of frost, snow in the air; I drink my tea the color of crimson Against the blank whiteness of my cup, Steam rising, forming clouds Above the table. I drink my tea, feeling its hot smoothness Soothe my throat, Warm my insides. Remembering the heat of the summer sun, The nip of Autumn, In the bitterness of winter. I remember licking the white crystals of snow As they fell in January, 1984, Covering the ground with a blanket, Playing with my hair, Kissing my eyelashes, With winter roses blooming in my cheeks. Waiting every winter for the snow to fall, Impatiently, full of hope. Wanting the earth to glisten as it had done before, When I was younger. Remembering being small, before school, Sitting where I sit now, Drinking my tea, White like the snow, with milk, Sweet, with crystals like snowflakes, of sugar. Too sweet to drink, as I think of it Now; But I drank it anyway, With my grandmother. Drinking tea, I burn my tongue As I have done before, Scorching it red Making it numb, unable to feel or taste. Afraid to take another sip, Of hurting myself more, I bring the sup to my mouth, Only tasting the tea in my exhale, After it has slipped down my throat. I wonder how my grandmother Can drink tea As hot as summer And not get burned, As I do. Turning on the kettle, Feeling it’s steamy warmth in my dry hands, I pull out a thick, ceramic mug. A white one. Feeling it’s smooth coldness, It reminds me of the snow. I look out the kitchen window To the dry winter grass, Frozen, Covered with crunchy frost, No snow. I pour steaming water over the tea bag, As it urgently bobs to the top. I give it a few dunks in the boiling bath And cautiously fish it out of the cup. I drink my tea there, By the window, Waiting for the snow, As I have done before, And will do again, Without my grandmother. For Alice Hutchinson By Kristen L. Melillo The real story of John Chapman better known as “Johnny Appleseed” "The Apple Song" There's apple picklesOh so tastyApple tarts and apple pastryApple dumplings, not to mentionApple sass?Yes and there's apple frittersLight as thistleAnd for folks to wet their whistleTangy apple cider, my lad Stew 'em, fry 'em, boil 'em, bake 'emApple pie and apple cake'mYep, you can cook 'em any way Apple this and apple thatThe recipes would fill your hatWhy I could carry on like this all day Oh, pack your stuff and get a-goin'Get them apple trees a growin'There's a lot of work out there to doThere's a lot of work to do. From Disney’s “Melody Time” Who was “Johnny Appleseed” Johnny Appleseed, born John Chapman ( September 26, 1774– March 18, 1845), was an American pioneer nurseryman, and missionary for the Church of the New Jerusalem, founded by Emanuel Swedenborg. He introduced the Apple to large parts of Ohio, Indiana, and Illinois by planting small nurseries. He became an American legend while still alive, portrayed in works of art and literature, largely because of his kind and generous ways, and his leadership in conservation. Chapman's family John Chapman was the second child of Nathaniel Chapman and his wife, the former Elizabeth Simonds (m. February 8, 1770) of Leominster, Massachusetts. Nathaniel was a farmer of little means, although tradition holds that he lost two good farms during the American Revolution. His father started John Chapman upon a career as an orchardist by apprenticing him to a Mr. Crawford, who had apple orchards. A third child, Nathaniel Jr., was born on June 26, 1776, while Nathaniel was an officer leading a company of carpenters attached to General George Washington in New York City. Elizabeth, however, was suffering from tuberculosis, and both mother and child died in July, leaving John and his older sister, also named Elizabeth, to be raised by relatives. After being honorably discharged in 1780, Nathaniel remarried, with ten half-siblings for John and Elizabeth the result. Heading for the frontier In 1792, an 18-year-old Chapman went west, taking 11-year-old half-brother Nathaniel, with him. Their destination was the headwaters of the Susquehanna. There are stories of him practicing his nurseryman craft in the Wilkes-Barre area, and of picking seeds from the pomace at Potomac cider mills in the late 1790s. Land records show that John Chapman was in today's Licking County, Ohio, in 1800. Congress had passed resolutions in 1798 to give land there, ranging from 160 acres to 2240 acres, to Revolutionary War veterans, but it took until 1802 before the soldiers actually received letters of patent to their grants. By the time they arrived, his nurseries, located on the Isaac Stadden farm, had trees big enough to transplant. Nathaniel Chapman arrived, family in tow, in 1805, although John's sister Elizabeth had married and remained in the east. At that point, the younger Nathaniel Chapman rejoined the elder, and Johnny Appleseed spent the rest of his life alone. By 1806, when he arrived in Jefferson County, Ohio, canoeing down the Ohio River with a load of seeds, he was known as Johnny Appleseed. He had used a pack horse to bring seeds to Licking Creek in 1800, so it seems likely that the nickname appeared at the same time as his religious conversion. Johnny Appleseed's beliefs made him care deeply about animals. His concern extended even to insects. Henry Howe, who visited all 88 counties in Ohio in the early 1800s, collected these stories in the 1830s, when Johnny Appleseed was still alive: One cool autumnal night, while lying by his camp-fire in the woods, he observed that the mosquitoes flew in the blaze and were burnt. Johnny, who wore on his head a tin utensil which answered both as a cap and a mush pot, filled it with water and quenched the fire, and afterwards remarked, “God forbid that I should build a fire for my comfort, that should be the means of destroying any of His creatures.” Another time he made his camp-fire at the end of a hollow log in which he intended to pass the night, but finding it occupied by a bear and cubs, he removed his fire to the other end, and slept on the snow in the open air, rather than disturb the bear. When Johnny Appleseed was asked why he did not marry, his answer was always that two female spirits would be his wives in the after-life if he stayed single on earth. However, Henry Howe reported that Appleseed had been a frequent visitor to Perrysville, Ohio, where Appleseed is remembered as being a constant snuff customer, with beautiful teeth. He was to propose to Miss Nancy Tannehill there - only to find that he was a day late, and she had accepted a prior proposal: On one occasion Miss PRICE’s mother asked Johnny if he would not be a happier man, if he were settled in a home of his own, and had a family to love him. He opened his eyes very wide–they were remarkably keen, penetrating grey eyes, almost black–and replied that all women were not what they professed to be; that some of them were deceivers; and a man might not marry the amiable woman that he thought he was getting, after all. Now we had always heard that Johnny had loved once upon a time, and that his lady love had proven false to him. Then he said one time he saw a poor, friendless little girl, who had no one to care for her, and sent her to school, and meant to bring her up to suit himself, and when she was old enough he intended to marry her. He clothed her and watched over her; but when she was fifteen years old, he called to see her once unexpectedly, and found her sitting beside a young man, with her hand in his, listening to his silly twaddle. I peeped over at Johnny while he was telling this, and, young as I was, I saw his eyes grow dark as violets, and the pupils enlarge, and his voice rise up in denunciation, while his nostrils dilated and his thin lips worked with emotion. How angry he grew! He thought the girl was basely ungrateful. After that time she was no protégé of his. Chapman's apples It is impossible to produce named-variety apples by planting seeds; every tree produces a new variety, often misshapen and sour. To produce apples such as are sold in supermarkets, scions from a named variety must be grafted onto the scrub apple. Chapman didn't do that; he considered grafting to be "absolute wickedness". Still, there wasn't much available in the way of sweets on the frontier, especially during the winter. Whole apples can be stored in a root cellar for months, and snitz (dried apple sections) keep for a year before losing quality. What's more, apples could be juiced for apple butter or to produce hard cider (which could be further processed to make applejack). Although Cecil Adams's staff claims Chapman drank, Swedenborgian theology required vegetarianism and abstention from alcohol, and it is known that on the night before he died, it was milk he drank with his bread. On the frontier, water supplies were often of questionable quality, and alcoholic beverages could be the healthful alternative. This was especially true in or near the Black Swamp, where ague and malaria claimed many lives. The Worth farm, where Johnny Appleseed died, and his Milan Township nursery were both in Allen County, Indiana, on the west edge of the Black Swamp. Chapman had introduced "mayweed" (now called dog fennel) into Ohio, giving housewives fresh herbs along with stories for the whole family. He believed dog fennel had antimalarial properties. Farmers called it johnny weed; many states now classify dog fennel as a noxious weed. Johnny's business plan The popular image of Johnny Appleseed had him spreading apple seeds randomly, everywhere he went. In fact, he planted nurseries rather than orchards, built fences around them to protect them from livestock, left the nurseries in the care of a neighbour who sold trees on shares, and returned every year or two to tend the nursery. Appleseed's managers were asked to sell trees on credit, if at all possible, but he would accept corn meal, cash or used clothing in barter. The notes didn't specify an exact maturity date - that date might not be convenient - and if it didn't get paid on time, or even get paid at all, Johnny Appleseed didn't press for payment. Setting down roots in the community - both literally and figuratively - settlers knew that paying their debts was imperative. Appleseed was hardly alone in this pattern of doing business. What was unique was the fact that he remained an itinerant his entire life. He obtained the apple seed for free; cider mills wanted more apple trees planted, as it would eventually bring them more business. Johnny Appleseed dressed in the worst of the used clothing he received, giving away the better clothing he received in barter. He wore no shoes, even in the snowy winter. There was always someone in need he could help out, for he didn't have a house to maintain. When he heard a horse was to be put down, he'd buy the horse, buy a few grassy acres nearby, and turn the horse out to recover. If it did, he'd give the horse to someone needy, exacting a promise to treat the horse humanely. Towards the end of his career, he was present when an itinerant missionary was exhorting to an open-air congregation in Mansfield, Ohio. The sermon was long and quite severe on the topic of extravagance, as the pioneers were now starting to buy such indulgences as calico, and store-bought tea. "Where now is there a man who, like the primitive Christians, is traveling to heaven bare-footed and clad in coarse raiment?" the preacher repeatedly asked, until Johnny Appleseed, his endurance worn out, walked up to the preacher, put his bare foot on the stump which had served as a lectern, and said, "Here's your primitive Christian!" The flummoxed sermonizer dismissed the congregation. He was generous with the Swedenborgian church as well. He swapped 160 acres of land near Wooster, Ohio in 1821 in exchange for Swedenborgian tracts that he could distribute. He would tear a few pages from one of Swedenborg's books and leave them with his hosts. He made several trips back east, both to visit his sister, and to replenish his supply of Swedenborgian literature. He typically would visit his orchards every year or two, and collect his earnings. Health It has been suggested that Johnny may have had Marfan syndrome, a rare genetic disorder. One of the primary characteristics of Marfan Syndrome is extra-long and slim limbs. All sources seem to agree that Johnny Appleseed was slim, but while other accounts suggest that he was tall, Harper's describes him as "small and wiry". Those who propose the Marfan theory suggest that his compromised health may have made him feel the cold less intensely. His long life, however, suggests he did not have Marfan's, and while Marfan's is closely associated with death from cardiovascular complications. Johnny Appleseed died in his sleep, from winter plague - presumably pneumonia. Grave site There is some vagueness concerning the date of his death and his burial. Harper's New Monthly Magazine of November, 1871 (which is taken by many as the primary source of information about John Chapman) says he died in the summer of 1847. The Fort Wayne Sentinel, however, printed his obituary on March 22, 1845, saying that he died on March 18: The deceased was well known through this region by his eccentricity, and the strange garb he usually wore. He followed the occupation of a nurseryman, and has been a regular visitor here upwards of 10 years. He was a native of Pennsylvania we understand but his home—if home he had—for some years past was in the neighborhood of Cleveland, Ohio, where he has relatives living. He is supposed to have considerable property, yet denied himself almost the common necessities of life—not so much perhaps for avarice as from his peculiar notions on religious subjects. He was a follower of Swedenborg and devoutly believed that the more he endured in this world the less he would have to suffer and the greater would be his happiness hereafter—he submitted to every privation with cheerfulness and content, believing that in so doing he was securing snug quarters hereafter. In the most inclement weather he might be seen barefooted and almost naked except when he chanced to pick up articles of old clothing. Not withstanding the privations and exposure he endured he lived to an extreme old age, not less than 80 years at the time of his death — though no person would have judged from his appearance that he was 60. "He always carried with him some work on the doctrines of Swedenborg with which he was perfectly familiar, and would readily converse and argue on his tenets, using much shrewdness and penetration. His death was quite sudden. He was seen on our streets a day or two previous.” Bobbie’s Bevy of Beauty As I’m writing my article it reminds me of what I was doing three years and one month ago. Writing about Jimmy’s medical problem. In 2004 it was the removal of his left kidney at Hartford Hospital. And all went well. Now I’m waiting for that phone call from Bradley Memorial. He had a hip replacement in January of 1989. His prosthesis has seen the age of time, will be removed and another one will take that ones place. So until that call arrives I will get to the gardening business. Gorgeous, gorgeous, gorgeous is the only way to describe the flowers of 2007. Don’t know the reason but I think they were exceptionally beautiful this season. Some of the perennials stayed in full bloom longer and produced an extra abundance of new plants. Thirteen years ago I was given some yellow loosestrife. This plant is one of the first perennials to bloom. Usually by the first week of July I cut the dead plants down right to the ground. Within three weeks the area is covered with new green growth. And will stay like that until frost. I was quite shocked to see buds on some of the stems. When I looked the other day the buds are no more but now are in bloom. This has never happened before. I thought they came into flowering only once a season. The butterfly bushes so beautiful and fragrant with so many flying colorful visitors. There are lots of new bushes springing up everywhere. New homes will be found for these. As I have mentioned before we have an old fireplace to the right of the walk next to one bed of flowers as you come into the yard on Fairview Ave. side. My containers of calla lilies and other pots of flowers sit at the base or on top of the grates. Growing from two cracked cement stones are two butterfly bushes. The stems are about three feet long with many purple flowers. Anxious to see what will happen next spring. If they do survive and bloom again after winter and their pruning at the end of March or beginning of April they’ll probably conceal the whole fireplace. One of the bushes which is in back on the other side of the fence must be the seed donor. The very tall yellow and orange mini cluster of blooms on the Helenas are very striking. Have them in front of one section of fence at the end of the yard. The ever beautiful hibiscus in front of them. Very disappointed that the red one did not survive winter. That particular hibiscus usually bloomed into October. Maybe I’ll purchase another one next year. The white and purple trumpet lily plants are gigantic. When the flower season comes to an end some of them will be 6’ – 8’ high and 4’ wide. Will have to find someone very muscular to pull them out of the ground for me. The dahlias in various heights, from small, medium and large blooms. So many different colors. They look so pretty in the bouquets I’ve picked. The sedum joy sedum turning from green to red and the turtleheads are beginning to open up. The finale will be when the montak daisy and chrysanthemums come into bloom. Probably not for another month. When watering the garden beds the other night I came upon a praying mantis on one of my pink hibiscus. The only one I’ve seen so far. Jimmy’s cukes have come and gone. He kept a few for himself and the rest were given away. He had been picking them by the panfulls then all of a sudden the leaves began to turn brown. And before long the plants died one by one. This was a first for him. Don’t know what happened. Usually my long awaited tomato sandwich had been devoured by the first week in July. Had to wait until the middle of August. Am making up for lost time. Once in a while if I’m still hungry after breakfast out will come the bread, mayonnaise, Mrs. Dash and you know what. That call finally arrived at 4:30 in the afternoon. Five hours and a successful surgery. Three days in the hospital and then transferred to Bradley’s Care Center for therapy and rehab. Don’t know the length of time yet. Jimmy’s doctor said he was progressing better than expected. The end . Have to get this up to Andy before he starts hoot ing and hollering about me being late. But I have been rather busy. Flowercerely yours, Bobbie G. Vosgien Musing by Ernie Larsen "Downtown" My wife and I were driving back into town after a trip to West Hartford for a ‘bite’. We were on Colony Street just passing the old Post Office and she remarked this place, Meriden’s downtown, is a ghost town. I babbled ‘ya think? – Just a couple of weeks ago, I was in the same situation, returning from the ‘beach’ after a stay with my daughter, granddaughter and son-in-law. I was heading up W. Main Street adjacent to the Police/Court complex noting the lack of anyone on the street on a mid-Saturday afternoon. I had just returned from beautiful downtown Madison, Ct where the shops were bustling and it was difficult to find a parking spot on Main Street. The same goes for our West Hartford excursion – it was the Sunday of Labor Day week end and the joint (W. Hartford) was jumping, so to speak. So, what’s with Meriden? It is a known fact that downtown areas as we used to know them are victims to the advent of the shopping mall; so why is West Hartford bustling with activity with a major mall just a mile or so from the center of town and Meriden’s downtown still fallow? Meriden’s mall has been out of existence for years and scant few retailers have bothered to invest and take a chance on opening up in downtown. In fact, there is really nothing to bring back the hordes that were seen on Colony and West Main and now lamented by those who fondly remember those crowded sidewalk, Friday nights. It’s a shame, after millions were spent to revive the downtown infrastructure back in ’93; no effective marketing plan emerged for the recruitment of businesses to jump-start downtown, as it were. So, what’s a body to do, for shopping I guess ‘The Square’ as many still refer to Westfield Shopping Town is it; the convenience of many different stores in one handy location with almost unlimited parking. As for the future of Meriden’s downtown, who’s to say if it was a wise idea to put the Superior Court building smack in the middle of the area? Usually people heading to court are not the most upstanding citizens in our society; although they do provide some revenue to the City via the parking fees they pay for their court appearances. There was talk a few years ago to start an upscale restaurant in the building across the street which is now occupied by Middlesex Community College. I guess a steady rent as opposed to the pitfalls of running an eating establishment certainly makes more business sense. Right now, there are only a handful of retail businesses in downtown not counting the eating establishments who provide sustenance to the college and courthouse folks plus some out of district customers who have been patrons for years. Will downtown ever revert back to the glory days of the 40’s, 50’s and 60’s, most likely not; so what is in the works for the area? Nothing as far as I can see, there is some talk about making the newly demolished mall area a park, no revenue generation there, as for the rest of downtown I’m sure some new businesses will filter in and out, however, I wouldn’t want to be hanging for the length of time it would take for Meriden’s downtown to regress back to the days of yore. As for now, the diner/deli restaurants seem to be holding their own, in fact one of the classic design diners, adjacent to the Courthouse, just reopened; you certainly are able to order a decent lunch in several of the downtown "hash houses" as my father gingerly used to refer to diners and luncheonettes. But if you have a hankering for the latest best-selling novel, that’s another story. So, I reckon if you fancy some small-time retailing, you’ll have to head to West Hartford, Middletown or even Madison for that intimate shopping outing. I’m sure there will be those who can relate to these thoughts, remembering those memorable Friday nights of the past and hoping for a renaissance of downtown; probably not going to happen any time soon. DEFYING THE ODDS!!! by Sharon Agli-Pageau Undoubtedly, it’s happened to you. It’s happening to our family more often than not. We’ve all been told, at least once in our lives, somewhere, usually at a critical or pivotal moment, that there was something that we wouldn’t be able to do/overcome/succeed. I am here to remind you that hold the power and the ability within you to champion your challenges, goals, and yes, your DREAMS! If you dare to… Since the moment our son, Hunter Christian Pageau, entered this world 2 years ago this month, he has been fighting for his life daily, and WINNING! Hunter has, in a gloriously blissful, courageous and inspiring manner, far surpassed projections by all medical professionals, and amazed them all alike! My husband and I have been told from very early on that Hunter’s diagnosis of SMARD1 (Spinal Muscular Atrophy with Respiratory Distress), which is an extremely rare form of Muscular Dystrophy, would most likely end Hunter’s life by the time he was one year old. Hunter relies on a Ventilator 24-7 in order to breathe, is fed via a gastrointestinal tube (G Tube) in order to thrive, and is unable to move from his hips down, all as a result of the paralyzing muscular component of his condition. Hunter will turn two years old on September 29th, and as the picture above reveals, he is triumphing, despite the initial limited/erroneous projections! Hunter is one of only 3 children in the U.S., and one of 60 worldwide, whom have this affliction, which has challenged our family, in ways undescribable, in coping with his diagnosis. As parents, we have never left our son’s side, have traveled wherever necessary, to search out qualified medical professionals who have any familiarity with Hunter’s very rare genetic condition. This took our family out of state for a continuous 11 month hospital stay, resulting in the loss of our home, business and all our life savings. While our concern is not for what we have lost, rather for Hunter and what he now needs, we find ourselves in a precarious position as a family of being unable to satisfy all of Hunter’s very costly,complex needs. Until we can secure the 16 hours per day of Homecare Nursing our Insurance is willing to pay for, in assisting us with 24-7 aspects of Hunter’s daily care, we remain unable to be gainfully employed outside of our home. We have been searching for 14 months for qualified staff, and currently only have 2 night shifts per week covered. As parents, we are medically trained/certified on Hunter’s care and are his nurses every day, all day, with the exception of those 2 covered shifts each week, and the occasional incredible assistance of Hunter’s Aunt Karen, also trained on Hunter’s care. Along with handling all aspects of Hunter’s daily care needs, which includes a great deal of both Drs. and therapy appointments, we have done our best to both raise awareness in our surrounding communities in regards to SMA, and initiate fundraising efforts on Hunter’s behalf, to provide him with much needed equipment items, that Insurance either isn’t willing to cover or pays a portion thereof. Despite all of our intense hardships, we raise our son in a constant environment of hope, joy, bliss, faith and peace. We have not only survived these phenomenal circumstances for 2 full years, with so very much stacked up against us daily, but we do so positively and energetically, smiling throughout, with grace and dignity. We 3 are determined to continue to DEFY THE ODDS, and we wish to extend our most sincere gratitude to each one of you who pray for us, believe in us, encourage us, support us in various ways and have joined our nonstop campaign of “Hope for Hunter!” Thus far, we are proud to share, that with the help of many of you, we have been able to secure both a Manual Wheelchair and a Power Wheelchair for Hunter, which is a huge accomplishment, as the cost for both items is very high, with Insurance covering only a portion of that cost. Our fundraising efforts are now focused on securing a Wheelchair Accessible Van for Hunter, as he currently is only able to leave home with his car seat strapped to an ambulance stretcher for both Drs. and therapy appointments, for safety purposes, due to his high medical specifications. Hunter’s Power Wheelchair does not fold and is extremely heavy, thus necessitating an electric lift on a van, as the only other viable option for his safe transport. We are thrilled to announce that Café Ra in Wallingford will be hosting “An Evening for Hunter” Wine Tasting Benefit Fundraiser on Tuesday, September 18th from 5:30pm to 8:30pm, in a compassionate effort to invite the community to support our efforts to “Help Hunter Ride!” There will be an array of wines to enjoy, along with gourmet appetizers and desserts, live guitarist Meg Hackett playing and a Silent Auction with incredible items to bid on, with the entire ticket price of $25 going towards the much needed Wheelchair Accessible Van. ALL funds raised that evening will be donated to the Hunter Pageau Trust, rolling us one step closer to allowing Hunter to experience the world more fully, as most kids do! Tickets may be purchased in advance at both Café Ra and Serenity Salon in Wallingford, or at the door that evening at Café Ra. It is going to be an incredible evening and we do hope you can join us for this very good cause to make Hunter’s dreams of Mobility/Freedom/Independence come true! Those that can’t make it, but wish to kindly make a donation to help Hunter, may do so to the Hunter Pageau Trust, 34-3 #116 Shunpike Rd., Cromwell, CT 06416. Daily we awake into the unknown, with great hope and faith, praying that somehow our son will be provided with the opportunity to enjoy his life in the ways that most of us do and take for granted. We will continue to strive forward in gratitude, and passionately advocate for our beautiful son each day of his life, with every moment treasured, hard times or not. Hunter is the most precious blessing and gift of our lives, and we celebrate him with all that we are. We will continue to do our utmost to provide Hunter with the Gifts of Freedom/Mobility, that are his birthright, and thank all of you who join us in this regard! Happy 2nd Birthday to our incredible son and God Bless You for showing us all the true meaning of life and how it is meant to be embraced! YOU ARE AN INSPIRATION, HUNTER CHRISTIAN PAGEAU! GREAT TRUTHS Little Children Have Learned: No matter how hard you try, you can’t baptize cats. When your Mom is mad at your Dad, don’t let her brush your hair. If your sister hits you, don’t hit her back. They always catch the second person. Never ask your 3-year old brother to hold a tomato. You can’t trust dogs to watch your food. Don’t sneeze when someone is cutting your hair. Never hold a Dust-Buster and a cat at the same time. You can’t hide a piece of broccoli in a glass of milk. Don’t wear polka-dot underwear under white shorts. The best place to be when you’re sad is Grandpa’s lap Adults Have Learned: Raising teenagers is like nailing Jell-O to a tree. Wrinkles don’t hurt. Families are like fudge…mostly sweet, with a few nuts. Today’s mighty oak is just yesterday’s nut that held its ground. Laughing is good exercise. It’s like jogging on the inside. Middle age is when you choose your cereal for the fiber, not the toy. Growing Old: Growing old is mandatory; growing up is optional. Forget the health food: I need all the preservatives I can get. When you fall down: you wonder what else you can do while you’re down there. You’re getting old when: you get the same sensation from a rocking chair that you once got from a roller coaster. It’s frustrating when: you know all the answers but nobody bothers to ask you the questions. Time may be a great healer: but it’s a lousy beautician. Wisdom comes with age: but sometimes age comes alone. Four Stages of Life: You believe in Santa Claus. You don’t believe in Santa Claus. You are Santa Claus. You look like Santa Claus. Baked Peach Pancake Servings: 6 Prep Time: 25 Minutes Cook Time: 35 minutes Total Time: 60 minutes Ingredients: 2 cups Lyman’s fresh peaches, peeled 4 teaspoons sugar 1 teaspoon lemon juice 3 eggs ½ cup all-purpose flour ½ cup milk ½ teaspoon salt 2 tablespoons butter ground nutmeg Directions: Combine peaches with sugar and lemon juice. Set aside. Beat eggs until fluffy. Add flour, milk and salt. Beat until smooth. Place butter in a 10-inch skillet. Bake at 400 for4 to 5 minutes, or until melted. Immediately pour batter into hot skillet. Return to oven and bake for 20 to 25 minutes, or until the pancake has risen and is puffed all over. Fill with peach slices and sprinkle with nutmeg. Serve immediately.