By Barbara Mellon
Long before I’d ever met Judy and Harvey Morse, I knew where to find them. Their beautiful farm on the County Route 1 is something of a landmark. ”
WE APPLAUD: JUDY AND HARVEY MORSE
THE WAY WE WERE – March 1909
The little girl in the red dress holding a nosegay of self-heal is Nancy Hunting, my great grandmother. I like to think some itinerant artist painted it to pay for his lodging at the Hunting Tavern. Born in Hamden in 1830, Nancy came to Andes in 1837 with her parents who bought the tavern on the stagecoach route from Kingston to Delhi.
GARDEN PHYLLISOPHY – March 2009
By Phyllis Galowitz
The sun is shining. The hills are blanketed with the remains of the light snow that fell a few days ago. It barely covers the dirty look of ashes strewn along the roadsides and driveways, to keep the ice that never melted, following day after day of freezing temperatures, from causing dangerous driving and walking conditions.
FOREIGN YET FAMILIAR
Judy Garrison reviews The Distant Land of My Father, by Bo Caldwell
A POINT UP AND OUT
By Harley Quinn
As the economy continues its downward spiral, the new administration valiantly struggles to find new solutions. Innovative and creative means of generating new capital seem to be increasingly rare commodities.
FRIDAY THE 13th, MARCH 2009
By Mary Tucker
There are three so-called unlucky days in 2009. Today is the first, the second comes in March and the last comes in November.