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September 26th, 2013
I’ve grown accustomed to seeing a lot of different cars, trucks, motorcycles, tractors and even deer chugging out of our dirt road and exiting onto Plank Road in Bristol during the past 20 years.
But what I saw a week ago Friday caused me to do a double take. No, make that a triple take.
Mid-way into my turn I found myself braking for none other than the Three Little Pigs, who had mounted a successful porcine prison break from their fenced-in house of sticks at our neighbors’ place.
The Poet: Deb Chadwick, a retired social worker, began writing poems to deal with an important loss, and then continued because she fell in love with the written word. She is a member of the Poetry Society of Vermont.
The Poem: Poets are not generally calm and peaceful people, protected from pain. Life is painful, and we need to share that pain … not for sympathy alone, but for the recognition of our common humanity. Poets and non-poets alike seek community. Poets are blest, or cursed, with a need to share, and to share dramatically … in words!
One of my favorite things about living in Vermont is that my daughters have become lake swimmers.
Right now, a workhorse of a machine is sitting in my husband’s woodshop. If it works properly it’s going to make our lives a lot easier over the next couple weeks.
I found it last Saturday through sheer luck and good timing. At the time I was out running errands and whining loudly, as I tend to do, about how we needed an electric apple grinder to go with our cider press. (A grinder, or “scratter,” reduces apples to a pulp to allow for maximum juice extraction.)
Opposition continues to be heard to the new Middlebury municipal building proposal, some of it reasonable, but some of it apparently not based on the details of the plan itself.
Rather, some have cited past votes that supported keeping the current site as a rationale to say no to the selectboard’s current proposal. Others expressing opposition seem to be miffed they were not included in the process.
When we first moved to Vermont, my husband noticed something unusual about the news coverage on our local NPR affiliate: there was never any traffic report. To compensate, the weather forecast often ran as long as ten minutes.
Field Days is finished; the hectic last few weeks of August are here, and it’s time for our kids to get ready to return to school. By “our kids” I don’t mean our own sweet cherubs. I mean our collective kids, the children of Addison County. It takes a village to raise a child, right?
And it takes a village to create a literate environment to model for our children that language and learning matter.
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