I live in East Charlotte, the far southeast corner where a small group of homes has been built and inhabited over several decades. Early on, there was a concerted effort to create a well-connected neighborhood with summer celebrations, potlucks and fun.
In my last OutTake, I wrote about the evolvement of “My Room” over time and generations of users. The room evolved in style and placement of furniture as our family grew in number and ages.
From its pre-birth as an un-built upon plot of our newly bought home’s side lawn, my new room has gone through a 30-year life span that has mirrored the growth of our family, from young child’s playground to senior’s final resting spot.
Valentine’s Day has passed, the groundhog has come and gone, Presidents’ Day is over, and life goes on, and sometimes it snows. Some of us have flown to warmer spots and posted pictures of turquoise seas, swaying palms, and frolicking loved ones. Some of us are staying put. Most of us have been sick, with one thing or the other, at least once at this point. It’s February in Vermont.
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To the Editor:
In response to the article in the Charlotte News by Jessica Savage, “Charlotte Crossings Faces Parking Challenge,” [Jan. 23] the Planning Commission and the Zoning Board of Adjustment would like to clarify some of the history and facts.
The holidays are over and I’m feeling a bit numb. The Christmas tree is still up, a light snow is falling, the dogs are trying to convince me that a second dinner is in order, and my youngest child, a senior in college, is sitting here on the couch applying to grad school (although right now I could swear she is dozing).
I wrapped a bunch of presents the other day, and while I worked, I watched a Hallmark Christmas movie. The plot involved a beautiful, slightly deranged reporter who moved to Vermont, met a handsome man, saved a town, saved the holidays and saved Santa’s life, and I was like, Oh my gosh, they made a movie about me!
My wife and I were visiting Charlotte in early October when I saw your October 3 issue, with a tongue-in-cheek headline on page 3 that “Cub reporters take on hard-hitting news.”
So, in my last OutTake I looked back over my three-quarters of a century of life at some of what I remembered as the worldly happenings that occurred in that time.
Well, now I want to peer into the future, try to foresee how we in Vermont might be living if this thing called the United States were no longer our political entity. Yeah, man, I’m talking secession, New England the beautiful, Trump Towers across the national border.
While I knew she was a great writer from reading her victim-impact statement when she was known for so many years as “Emily Doe,” I was blown away by this book. Miller’s voice is strong and her writing is filled with details, reflection, humility and even hope.
As far as holiday activities go, I’m aging and can’t hit the eggnog as hard as I used to, and I’ve been banned by my family from singing “All I Want For Christmas is You” ever again, both with and without interpretive dancing, so all I have left to do is go shopping. Here’s Part One of my useful annual shopping guide, which will allow you to take care of all of your gifting needs without leaving town, and I get to put the loca in local.
Hello, readers. I hope you have been well. I hope you had a good Halloween, which would have been tricky, as the weather was about as wet as I have ever seen a Halloween get. There were lots of umbrellas, I noticed, and some very sodden goblins roaming the streets….
The Town of Charlotte has a long history supporting agriculture and attracting residents who value a working landscape. Throughout our state, farms provide numerous services in their communities: fresh food, jobs, diverse small businesses and open landscapes, as well as a range of ecosystem services from water quality to wildlife habitat, healthy soils and the mitigation of climate change. And yet, farming in Vermont is endangered: The state has lost approximately 10 percent of its farms every year for the last five years.
Not to pray on its significance, but yesterday did mark the beginning of a new year of my life—the 77th to be exact. And given the occasion, I tried to think back over significant features of life on Earth that happened during my three-quarters-plus of a century as one of its inhabitants. First of all, humanity should not get all the credit for developing our Earth’s character.
Hazards from shared use of our roads by bicyclists and automobiles At the Selectboard meeting of October 14, I…
The Merrimack power station in Bow, New Hampshire, is the last big coal plant in New England, and it doesn’t have a shutdown date. Instead it has huge heaps of fuel leaching into the banks of the Merrimack River.
Just as the Romans built their empire, we built ours. And who are we? We’re the beavers, of course. Well, I’m “Beaver” anyhow. My friends were “Moose,” “Elk,” “Horse,” Mouse and “Rat.” And that only covered the southwest section of my hometown in Minnesota. I had a friend named “Mule” (Actually, his full moniker was “Francis the Talking Mule,” and he lived in the southeast quadrant, which meant we were rivals when it came to sports.).
Today has been the most beautiful fall day. Orange, yellow and green leaves radiant with sunshine…blue sky…fields stretching out into the distance, dotted here and there with rolled up bales of hay…the occasional cow…a little chill in the air; sweater (not quite jacket) weather. I just went for a stroll down the road and collected a handful of leaves to send to my oldest son, who has just relocated to a California beach town…and now here I am, thinking about books I have read recently.