A dime story

A dime story

The backstory is rich and complicated, but suffice it to say this: Matt Dibley died two years ago in July. Not long after, people started finding dimes, as can be the case when someone dies and the living are more tuned in to spiritual activity. Sometimes the dead leave feathers, sometimes they present as a bird or a butterfly. 

Author Judy Chaves shares secrets of Mt. Philo

Author Judy Chaves shares secrets of Mt. Philo

A full house welcomed local author Judy Chaves to the Charlotte Grange Hall on Friday evening for a presentation about her new book and book signing. Judy, the author of Secrets of Mount Philo, A Guide to the History of Vermont’s First State Park, held the attention of her audience as she related the history of the park and talked about the principles responsible for its creation and the now well-traveled road up the mountain. 

Life of my own design

Life of my own design

We all know it’s true: life is a journey filled with fast lanes, traffic jams, breathtaking vistas and ugly roadside motels. What that journey isn’t filled with is dead ends and U-turns. There’s no going back in this long, strange trip—only forward, and this week’s bio comes from a Charlotte woman who, after feeling as though her time here in our little town had run its course, took a deep breath and found that it isn’t the physical place that fulfills but how to occupy that place. 

A quirky bunch

A quirky bunch

When I first moved to Charlotte 22 years ago from New York City it was culture shock, for sure. I had grown tired of NYC and the noise, the pollution and the many, many people. I was eager for a change. 

Locals reflect on The Charlotte News’ history

Locals reflect on The Charlotte News’ history

Last July, at the beginning of the yearlong countdown to this 60th anniversary of The Charlotte News, I wrote about how the paper was started because of my horse, Sox. It was time to sell her, but we needed to find a buyer nearby because she balked at being loaded in a trailer. Back in 1958, advertising choices were limited to the regional newspaper or to notes pinned to bulletin boards at the local stores. We needed a local newspaper.

Seeing more clearly at 60

Seeing more clearly at 60

Lately life has been offering me so many opportunities to learn how to be present and embrace the great variety that it offers. I have been blessed to have found my true soul mate with whom to share my time here on earth. I have been blessed with 49 years of learning to hunt, fish and forage and learn life’s lessons through the teachings of the outdoors.

Roe vs. Wade won’t let go

Roe vs. Wade won’t let go

It has been 45 years since the U.S. Supreme Court in Roe v. Wade ruled 7-2, in a decision written by Justice Harry Blackmun, that the Constitution protected a woman’s decision to have an abortion. Abortion rights have remained a newsworthy issue ever since and have come to the fore once again with the resignation of Supreme Court Justice Anthony Kennedy and the conservative leanings of President Trump. 

A new shelter for Charlotte Beach attendants

A new shelter for Charlotte Beach attendants

A shelter for beach attendants at the Charlotte Beach was being built last Saturday by members of the Charlotte Recreation Committee and the Charlotte-Shelburne-Hinesburg Rotary Club. In the coming days the project will be finalized with siding, roof structure, windows and doors. The shelter was designed by Charlotter, Rick Ahern and funds for this project were made possible by the Charlotte-Shelburne-Hinesburg Rotary Club. 

Riding the bumper, delivering the papers

Riding the bumper, delivering the papers

I graduated from Binghamton North High School in January 1960 and needed a job to carry me over to the fall when I would go off to college. My next-door neighbor, Chuck Sladky, ran the mailroom at the local evening paper, The Binghamton Press, and offered me a job distributing bundled papers to the news boys in town (and they were all boys back then), who would, in turn, break open the bundles, fold up the papers, put them in their shoulder bags and either walk or bike their routes, flinging papers onto front walks, porches and stoops in the late afternoon.