Saturday, May 30, 2009

Music from Salem June Events Music from Salem June Events

Music from Salem has some wonderful concerts scheduled for this summer at Hubbard Hall. They have an upcoming Cello Seminar Concert at Hubbard Hall on Sunday June 7, 7 p.m.

In addition, seminar cellists will present their works-in-progress in special and very informal 4 pm events on Friday June 5 at Pompanuck Farm Institute and Saturday June 6 at Rice Mansion Inn. For more information check out the Music from Salem website.

Friday, May 29, 2009

28th Annual Adirondack Arts and Crafts Fair 28th Annual Adirondack Arts and Crafts Fair

Washington County Fairgrounds
Greenwich, New York (Route 29)
May 30 & 31, 2009. Rain or Shine!

Back in the old days, artists and craftsmen and women were an integral part of the community and local economy. The sixties regenerated a passion for handcrafted goods and the American Studio Artist movement has prospered ever since. Today, in spite of globalization, there is a fervent passion for local goods, especially food and specialty products. At countless farmers markets, not only are baby carrots on sale but also blown Art Glass. The Adirondack Art and Craft Festival attracts people who enjoy “buying local.” The Washington County Fair and Craftproducers welcome you to the show! Show your support for local artists and craftspeople.

The Adirondack Arts and Crafts Fair includes a variety of vendors, local food vendors, diverse music, kids activities, NY Wine Tasting, 10:00-6:00 Saturday; 10:00-5:00 Sunday; $8.00 adults, under 12 free, age 13-17 $2.00, weekend pass $10.00 Call 802-425-3399 Visit: for more information.

Thursday, May 28, 2009

Roger's Photographic Meditations 4 Roger's Photographic Meditations 4

Twilight Reflections - day's end along the Champlain Canal off Rt 4, south of Ft. Edward.

Photo Credit: Roger Wyatt

Wednesday, May 27, 2009

Upcoming Events at the Little Theater On The Farm Upcoming Events at the Little Theater On The Farm

The Little Theater On The Farm in Ft. Lee will beholding an auction Sunday, May 31st at 2PM with a preview at 1PM. The Red Barn Auction is 'drive-through' - folks bring items to sell, drive up to the customers and their merchandise is sold. Auctions will be held almost every Sunday. Check the website for future dates for auctions and also for information about performances this summer. If you have something you wish to auction off, call Auctioneer Roger Woodcock at (518) 747 - 0433.

The Little Theater On The Farm is a black box theater with a large backstage with outside entrance for staging. There is a 20'x30' greenroom with dressing rooms. Call Linda Hermans at (518) 747 - 3421 for more information.

Tuesday, May 26, 2009

Kites Over Shanghai Kites Over Shanghai

By Marjorie L. McLellan
Reprinted from the TellHisotry Blog
Copyright 2008

Let me tell you about my father.
David Stanley McLellan—“Red” to my mom and old friends—is a retired professor. He lives with my mom in a 1960s brick ranch house here in Yellow Springs. We moved to town last year in order to spend more time with my parents. Dad is eighty-three, legally blind and deaf and living with Alzheimer’s. The disease, in his case, has been a gradual process of diminished capacity and yet there was so much capacity to begin with that, even today, I often think I don’t reach the depths of his perceptions. He also suffers from visual hallucinations, has diminished mobility, and becomes confused. This is all exacerbated by his vision and hearing problems—its hard for me to know where one disability ends and another begins. The satisfactions that dad continues to find are a testimonial to the written word, family, and stories.

Although he has macular degeneration, dad can see a bit. Before the Alzheimer’s, he learned to read with a hand-held scanner and he still reads one word at a time on a large television screen. He is driven to read and yet frustrated by the difficulties he has seeing, focusing, understanding, and retaining what he reads. He thinks a lot—recently his thoughts have turned to how to make sense of religious conflict in the world and that has turned him to reading about the history of the Bible. We are not a particularly religious family but dad’s childhood was infused by the deep faith of his Scottish immigrant mother, Jessie McLellan.

After a distinguished career in which he wrote many books, dad tells us that family is the great joy of his life. My husband and I and our daughter joined my brother and his daughter living here in Yellow Springs. My sisters, my brother-in-law, and our son spend a lot of time here as well.

Dad will often sit quietly with his lips moving. He has taken to recalling major events in his life and then naming all the people and places associated with the particular time in his life. He has lived a fascinating rich life so he has a lot to think back on. Iconic stories emerge from this process – seeing my mom from a distance and knowing that he would marry her, delivering a telegram to Eleanor Roosevelt on a train, meeting General Eisenhower in a library in the South Pacific during WWII. He tells the stories over and over again. The stories are his bridge both to his past and to the people around him. I love hearing these stories both for the content and the connection with my dad.

Red was a navigator and bombardier in the Pacific towards the end of WWII. After the Japanese surrender, they were tasked with flying supplies to starving prisoners in northern Korea. He charted the flight and found that they could fly over Shanghai on the way north and over Hiroshima on the return. As they flew over Shanghai, he recalls, the sky was filled with kites in celebration of the wars’ end. When they reached their destination, one of the big canisters of supplies would not dislodge from the bomb bay. A bit like the scene with Slim Pickens in “Dr. Strangelove,” Red had to climb out over, holding on to the straps, and kick the canister loose. The return flight was far more somber and sobering, as they passed over the destruction wrought by the atomic bomb.

Although I didn’t hear this story until recent years, it seems to set the stage for his career as a scholar of American international relations in the Cold War.

I don’t want to paint a rosy picture of life with Alzheimer’s. It is hard. My dad grieves over the loss of capacity, worries, and fears what is to come. My mother lives with the daily challenges—life is a round of anxieties, chores, doctors’ visits—tinged with sorrow. Somehow she carries on and takes some satisfaction in caring, not just for my dad, but also for all of us. She is the one who listens to all of our stories.

“Memory Bridge” is a PBS website and documentary which resonated with my own experience of my father’s Alzheimer’s. Please take a look at

Monday, May 25, 2009

Memorial Day Poem from WWI Memorial Day Poem from WWI

I think continually of those
Steven Spender

I think continually of those who were truly great.
Who, from the womb, remembered the soul's history
Through corridors of light where the hours are suns
Endless and singing. Whose lovely ambition
Was that their lips, still touched with fire,
Should tell of the Spirit clothed from head to foot in song.
And who hoarded from the Spring branches
The desires falling across their bodies like blossoms.

What is precious is never to forget
The essential delight of the blood drawn from ageless springs
Breaking through rocks in worlds before our earth.
Never to deny its pleasure in the morning simple light
Nor its grave evening demand for love.
Never to allow gradually the traffic to smother
With noise and fog the flowering of the spirit.

Near the snow, near the sun, in the highest fields
See how these names are fêted by the waving grass
And by the streamers of white cloud
And whispers of wind in the listening sky.
The names of those who in their lives fought for life
Who wore at their hearts the fire's centre.
Born of the sun they traveled a short while towards the sun,
And left the vivid air signed with their honor.

Thursday, May 21, 2009

Cambridge Buzz on Vacation Cambridge Buzz on Vacation

In my younger days, I went rock climbing. Now vacation to me is house sitting for my sister in Maryland. She has a jacuzzi, pool, million-inch high defininition television and central air.

She even left me a gift certificate for a one hour spa treatment.

So until after June 10th, this Cambridge resident will be taking a break.

Hope you all have a wonderful Memorial Day Weekend.


Sunday, May 10, 2009

Mother's Day 2009 Mother's Day 2009

Happy Mother's Day Cambridge!

Saturday, May 09, 2009

Cambridge Life: 5/7/09 Birds of a feather Cambridge Life: 5/7/09 Birds of a feather

Photo by Debra Pearlman

On Thursday past, I spotted these two handsome birds in the field next to my house. They are Guinea Fowl. Not a wild critter roaming the area, I wanted to know more about them (beside the fact that they make good eating). Here's what I found out:

Guinea fowl (Numida meleagris) are said to be good for controlling the Lyme Disease-bearing deer tick. (For more info on guineas and Lyme disease see: Duffy, David Cameron, R. Downer, and C. Brinkley, 1992. The effectiveness of Helmeted Guineafowl in the control of the deer tick, the vector of Lyme Disease, The Wilson Bulletin, 164(2): 342-345.)

They range well (the two I saw came from a farm way up the hill) and eat lots of small things. In fact, if you keep bees, you don't really want to keep guineas. They'll stand by the hive and snap up the bees as they come out. Domestic Guinea Fowl are found in many varieties, including Pearl (the wild type), White , Buff Dundotte, Royal Purple, Porcelain, Slate, Chocolate, Violet or Mulberry, Lavender, and Coral Blue, but there are several other species of guinea fowl in the family Numididae, including the Vulturine Guinea
(Acryllium vulturinum)
Photo courtesy of Linda Enger from and the Crested Guineas (Guttera spp.) .

Young guineas are called "keets." Being native to dry areas of Africa, they are very susceptible to dampness during their first two weeks, and can die from following the mother through dewy grass. After two weeks of age, they are probably the hardiest of all domestic land fowl.

Photo by Debra Pearlman
This fellow was keeping an eye on his lady friend.

The easiest way to sex them is by voice. Both males and females make a single syllable, machine-gunlike alarm call, but only the females have a two syllable call. It sounds like they're saying "buck-wheat."

I found this information at FeatherSite What did we do before Google?

Saturday, May 02, 2009

How does your garden grow? How does your garden grow?

All Photographs by Debra Pearlman

About 3 years ago I planted over 100 bulbs in my front garden. The first year they came up, I was pleased to see them. Now I have a host of beautiful flowers surrounding me.

I especially like the grape hyacinth. They've spread out and are like little cones of purple joy springing out of the ground.

These tulips are from a throw away bag of bulbs that I found for $2. I had no idea what the colors would be. I call this corner of the garden my "Tribute to the Psychedelic '60's." Can you dig it!