Walingford and Meriden YOUR STORIES October 2008

Bobbie’s Bevy of Beauties

First of all, congratulations to Dawn and Andy on the eighth anniversary of “{The People’s Press”. Anyone who has mentioned this paper to me tells me how much they enjoy reading it. May it continue for many more years. This is my seventh season of writing. When Andy asked me to write an article as to how flower gardening became my hobby, I thought the one writing was it. He begged for more stories. When he got down on his hands and knees I just couldn’t refuse. Ha! Ha! Of course you all know I’m just kidding. And I have begun to make my yearly hibernation plans. So after another article or two I’ll be lazing away until next spring.

Now all those outside beauties are on their way out or gone. Buds but no blossoms yet on my chrysanthemums. The latest they’ve ever been. Hope they have a chance to bloom before a frost comes along. Have cut back a few perennials and removed some annuals. Any transplanting of perennials can be done until about the beginning of November. Before long I will be trimming the roses somewhat and covering them with peat moss. No more fertilizing and leave the butterfly bush alone until next spring. Even though this hasn’t been the greatest year for the veggies, too much rain so I heard, Jimmy’s tomatoes are still holding their own. And I’m still devouring those delectable sandwiches.

Our three granddaughters have many various pets. Two of them were pugs. The male, Loki, became very ill and was sent to doggie heaven. So their mother, our daughter, purchased a new addition to their household. Flying all the way from Oklahoma a French bulldog she named Napoleon. He was born on June 12th. The girls absolutely adore him. The photo shows Emmy “MeO” with Napoleon. Abby with their other pug Olive and Izzy-Bella with our dachshund LitlBit. Napoleon loves to chew or pull LitlBit’s long fur on his ears and tail. Other than that the three of them get along very well.

Am, also, including a story about a very special person.
Flowercerely yours,
Bobbie G. Vosgien

P.S. Our son Keith who lives in Paris, France was home for a visit in September. His dad and I wish him a happy 51st birthday on October 5th. Our love always, Mom and Dad

A Fond Farewell to Hubby’s Youngest Sibling

I’ve known Kathy since she was six years old. Met her before her brother Jimmy came into my life. We married and raised three children. When Kathy became old enough to baby sit she became our no. 1 sitter. Lots of times she would bring a girlfriend along with her. Yvette in particular. All kinds of snic snacs would be left for them. But when we came home we would always find an empty string bean can on the counter. It just boggled our minds that they had a fetish for this particular food. Before long Kathy became a young woman and met a wonderful man named Larry. They fell in love, married and had four children. Their 40th wedding anniversary was this past March 2nd. Even though we were related we became the best of friends and did everything together. Bridal and baby showers, weddings, birthday, anniversary parties, concerts, cookouts, going out to eat and the fireman and policeman balls of years ago. But I think the “funnest” was the times we played cards, particularly set back. We had more laughs. Maybe about five years ago serious medical problems began. And the last two years were very bad. Hospital, convalescent home, back to her own home for a while and the routine would start all over again. Finally on Feb 6th she left her Smithfield Ave. address for the last time. I called and visited her many times. On Sept. 1st I went to see her to say goodbye. Sept. 6th she left all who loved her. Now there is nothing but the memories. And thank goodness for them.
Love,
Your sister-in-law Bobbie


We All Scream
Courtesy of Business New Haven 09/01/2008
By Melissa Nicefaro
Following her husband's untimely death, Donna Torre did more than rescue the family business - she drove it to new heights.

Name: Donna Torre

Title: Owner, Praline's ice cream shops in Wallingford, Middletown, Southington and nine other locations

Born: May 5, 1955, New HavenEducation: Richard C. Lee High School, 1973

Company: Donna Torre and her husband Joe opened their first Praline's ice cream shop, using an old-fashioned White Mountain rock salt machine, in 1984 in Wallingford. Business took off and they had to buy a machine that could be used for mass production - the Emery Thompson.
Today Praline's offers 45 different ice cream flavors, cakes, pies, novelties, soft-serve, low carb, frozen yogurt, fat-free/sugar-free products. In other words, there is something for everyone.
What started as one store 24 years ago is now 12 individually owned Praline's stores and a 5,000-square-foot manufacturing plant and warehouse. Torre and her staff manufacture ice cream for the ice cream shops and also for private labeling to other companies. The company is also a distributor for Good Humor ice cream and soft-serve mix.
Torre has about 50 wholesale accounts and also sells ice cream accompaniments such as sprinkles (or jimmies, or shots) and cones.
"This is my pride and joy," Torre says.

Accomplishments: Torre can sum up her lifelong accomplishments in one word: Praline's. It's her biggest accomplishment - indeed, she refers to it as her "life."
She was not at all surprised that the business took off so nicely. She knows that when you have a great idea and the drive to see it through, big things can happen.
"My husband and I had similar work ethics that involved working hard and being proud of what we do, but he walked to the beat of a different drummer," Torre explains. "That always intrigued me and he always had a drive to be in his own business. We complemented each other as I was the financial end of the business with both feet on the ground and he was the one to say, 'Let's take a chance, let's take another chance.'"
Torre does not refer to the dozen Praline's stores as franchises; she prefers to call them "retail-agreement" stores.
"We wanted our individual store owners to show their own personalities in the stores, so they're all a bit different from each other," she explains. "The name and the product is consistent, but an atmosphere that works in one community might not work in another."
Four years ago, Joe Torre died suddenly at age 49. At the time Donna Torre was working full-time as a payroll administrator at Brescome Barton Distributor in North Haven and managing Praline's books in her spare time. She gave two months' notice to the distributor and then left to run Praline's full-time. "I've always said that if it weren't for the employees that I have, I couldn't have done it," Torre says.

Awards/Professional Designations:ï Meriden Record-Journal's Reader's Choice Award for Best Ice Cream, 2003-2007ï Best Ice Cream Shop, Hartford Advocate, 2004

Person who most influenced her life: Without hesitation, Donna says her late husband, Joe Torre, was the single person who had the greatest positive influence on her life.
"One of the things that we loved most about each other was our work ethic," Donna explains. "I also have to give some credit to my parents, since they taught me how to work hard and love what you do. My dad is still with us, but my mom passed away about a month after Joe did."Guiding philosophy: "When I was young and in high school, I came across something that I knew would help me throughout my years," Torre says. "You have to do what you think is the right thing - just make sure it's the right thing for the long run, and not just the moment. That has gotten me through many hard decisions in my younger years and today."
When people see how hard and long Torre works at her business, they often ask how many hours she works in a day.
"You'll never work a day in your life as long as you love what you're doing - and that's what got Joe and me through building the business," she explains. "I still try to stress that to my family, my friends and especially my employees. When my husband passed so suddenly, I learned that I have to take every single day and live it to the fullest. If you're doing something eight hours a day and you hate it, you need to move on. You only get the opportunity to live once.
"This philosophy has made me very close with my employees and we have a great bond," Torre adds. "We work hard and we have fun, too. When it's time to work, everyone knows it, but then they know it's time for fun. They are my children."
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Summer Days Still Hold Magic, by Nancy Sherburne, Tucson, Arizona

By Nancy Sherburne

Living in Tucson, Arizona, may be nice most of the year, but during the summer months of July, August and September, it can get very hot and humid, especially when you have to walk to and from the grocery store. I have a little 4-wheeled cart to hold the bags of foodstuffs and is usually no problem. This summer, however, my landlords moved to Mexico and their maintenance man has not seen to cutting the tall grass growing where my path to the little street I take to the store. Still, I cannot complain because that patch of grass is nursery to hoards of baby grasshoppers. I did not make note of when they first appeared but they were so small you could hardly see them. Still, when I walked through the grass I could see them flying in all directions, landing on blades of grass or the rhododendron bush along a fence. As the weeks go by, they get bigger and easier to see. This summer there was an added attraction – masses of what I take to be damselflies. They look like dragonflies but are much shorter and narrower – a delight to the eyes though all but invisible with their clear wings. The path I take runs parallel to a fenced-in property behind my apartment building, so as the weeks passed and the grasshoppers grew bigger I could hear their bodies striking the plastic fence – thunk, thunk, thunk. Of course, trying to pull my cart through the grass, especially coming back with groceries in it, is not easy, but the sight of the numerous grasshoppers and damselflies is a magical sight to see, making my task well worth it. Before next summer rolls around I really should get after the person responsible to take care of the tall grass, but while it will make it easier for me to go to and from the store, I will miss the sight of those little grasshoppers beginning their journeys.


CONGRATULATIONS ON YOUR EIGHTH YEAR!!!

Dear Andy and Dawn,

I recall hearing from many friends and acquaintances during your first published year, “The PEOPLE’S PRESS can’t possibly stay in print long.” And when I heard it, I just quipped, “We’ll see.” And now you’re entering your eighth year. You have done well, and should be very proud.

The cover of the paper always contained a unique, creative or beautiful picture. Just last month, September, 2008, the photograph, The Promise of a Glorious Day, by Eileen Hunter, and the water color, Blue Hills Orchard in Bloom, by Peg Robison, captured my attention. The color, Blue, is my favorite, and you showed some beautiful blue skies. This note of thanks would be long and perhaps, cumbersome, if I selected all the cover features that appealed to me through eight years. Most striking were the actual photographs and paintings. I try to iron out the crease in the middle of the newspaper as I store them by years in large corrugated envelopes. One favorite was a painted sketch of the original red bridge in Meriden where the Linear Trail begins. This wonderful illustration was submitted by Thomas O’Brien of Meriden in January, 2001. One photographed cover from May, 2005 is very personal and a favorite one. In April of that year, Andy, you and I prayed together at The Yalesville United Methodist Church on the Saturday morning before Easter. The stained glass window is an authentic photograph taken that morning.

“It’s Your Write To Ex Press Yourself, “by Dawn A. N-Reynolds, was the title of the first article in the first edition of THE PEOPLE’ S PRESS. Some might grapple with the grammatical error but most of the readers accepted and appreciated its meaning. I loved the larger print used in printing the first four years of newspapers. When I suggested that you return to this format, you said that more would fit on less paper if the print was small and thus it was more economical. Through the years many writers have submitted different stories. There are a few who write nearly every month. If I miss some names, let me know: Dorothy Gonick, Ernie Larsen, Francis W. Lappert, Susan Stopper, Barbara Sherburne, and Bobbie Vosgien. Such loyalty! The mayors of Meriden and Wallingford took time to keep us informed and enthusiastic about our towns.

What fun it was to try for the prizes offered through the years. Our large family was exempt but some of my friends won prizes and even the gift of a new book was appreciated. On the front page of October, 2000, Win $500 is italicized and enclosed in a black box. Those people who submitted a story, a photo, a sketch or a poem were eligible for the drawing. This policy still continues. In the September, 2008 issue, one of the big advertisers, MORAN ‘S TV & APPLIANCE, is offering a $500.00 prize for honoring this newspaper with a story or other submission.

It was amazing back in October, 2000 (the first PEOPLE’S PRESS) when you suggested the retail value of a nickel for each newspaper. I brought a few newspapers to some ladies in our prayer group and they paid me for them. I enlarged a picture of you two with the first PEOPLE ‘S PRESS in your hands. That Christmas, FRAME AND ART framed this picture with the first two nickels I received in the upper part of the picture. Of course you let me know that the paper was free as the ads would pay for it. We can only hope and pray that the advertisements will continue to support your (or as you put it, Wallingford and Meriden’s) newspaper. Thank you! Keep up the good work!
Sincerely, Ma Sil©

An Autumn Stroll
By George Arndt

Come walk with me in reverie
On waves of gold and amber,
Spread o?er the realm of early fall,
And shades of late September.

Ah, per chance, to meet old friends
Wrapped in beauty, as before;
That tinge our senses with patterns,
Of idyllic backwoods lore.

Let us be awed by the colors
Of the maple and the aster;
With mingling sounds, renders
A pictorial essay of nature.

Thus evoking clusters of lively,
Dream-like cadence and rhythmic
Heartbeats of autumn?s aura of love;
That embody us with its magic.


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October is Breast Cancer Awareness Month

By Maggie Griffin:

Many of you know I am Realtor in our community, that's my job. But in my life, I am a Mom, a Daughter, an Aunt, a Friend to many and I am also a Survivor of Cancer, for the time being, again.

October is Breast Cancer Awareness Month. Let the truth be known, I am a cancer survivor. Cancer is Cancer, no matter what kind, no matter where it appears. The news is striking then the battle begins.

At the age of 34, I was diagnosed with Stage 3 Node Positive Invasive Breast Cancer. I have news for all of you, that old wives' tale "wait until you are 40 to get your first mammogram" WRONG!

Many lives are saved at early detection. With the advancements in treatments, surgeries and health care, saving lives have increased more today then 20 years ago.

When I received my news, it was normal to feel my life was coming to an end. But then I realized my life was not coming to an end, it reached a new beginning. I finally saw life in a different perspective. So my perspective changed. It was either fight it or let it fight me.

My way of handling things was taking a poor situation and finding humor in it. I thought to myself, if I was able to do that all my life, I can do that through my battle.

It became true, how we think is how we feel. So at the time, I looked at my kids, my family and my closest friends, and I said challenge is something I love best. But this time, I will challenge the fight against cancer.

In the beginning, it was not as easy as I thought it would be. But again, that is also normal. There are emotions, tears, worry that comes along with the territory. But how can a cancer patient or any patient with any illness take those emotions and turn them into a smile, dry those tears and turn those tears into laughter, additionally, make worry not an option?

Look in the Mirror, that's how. Look at who you are, look at the fine gifts of life that God gives us, gifts we all know that exist, but pay no mind too. Examples are birds, rain, snow, wind, sun and most of all, family.

Mariah Carey sang a song called Hero. These lyrics touch my heart and I want every person with any illness, loss, trials and trivia's understand that through it all, you become a survivor whether you are young, middle age and elderly. To read these lyrics or listen to the song goes a long way. Why? Because when we are faced with anything in life that brings an unexpected challenge is difficult. I was always taught if God brought you to it, HE will get you through it. The good news is, challenges of any sort also brings a New Beginning.

In these lyrics, you will see your heart open, understand them and remember that all survivors of any sort that also include current people facing different challenges, are setting an example and an inspiration to many.

Those of you who have not experienced the worst, stop and think for one moment that your care and your heart can run for miles. Through that, you too will appreciate the birds, so what if your hair gets wet in the rain, be happy to feel the cold and wind and take the time to smell the sweet smell of the flowers in the summer.

There are more illnesses, complications, disappointments and challenges that include Cancer. If people can just think of all of them, think of the children fighting an illness no matter what kind it is. Children are a gift and they too have a right to live a long, happy life.

October is Breast Cancer Awareness Month, however, every day of every year should be an awareness of all illnesses and challenges in life. I saw written on a plaque one time, "A 100 years from now, it does not matter what style cloths I wore, how much money I made or where I lived. But what will matter 100 years from now, I touched the lives of others with my heart, leaving a memory in our future generation that my kids can tell to their kids and so on". This is passing on the true meaning of care within our own families in future generations to come.

The American Cancer Society is just a phone call away. Open your hearts and thank God that you are a survivor or possibly someone who can make a donation, but remember those who lost the battle of cancer and any other illness, they may not be with us today, but they too are survivors through their courage.

Every facility, every non-profit organization has a source on the Internet to help you to find the addresses to send donations. These donations help find more advancements in cures for all illnesses and also help those people who devote and risk their lives to save the lives of others every single day.

I have faith that in a 100 years from now, there will be a cure for more then many illnesses, but to find that cure, it takes the help of today's society to understand. What you can do today will help in generations to come, that includes generations in your own family tree. $1.00 can go a long way. There is the American Cancer Society, St. Jude's Hospital, American Heart Society, MDA - go on the Internet and Google Search your local chapters or where to send a donation. Remember our Veteran's and current Military are fighting for us too, they fight for our freedom and risk their lives for us. Think of the Red Cross, they too are our rescue. But for all of them and more to help those in need, we need to support all of the above.

Everyday should be a day to think of everything, even the things I may be missing in this letter. Prayer, Hope, Faith doesn't cost a dime, just a minute of your time. It takes a heart to bring it all together.

For those people who choose not to talk to your family members, take my advice - talk to your family, parents, sisters, brothers, and cut it out! They are the ones that will be there when you are in need the most. Especially for the young parents who choose not to allow their children/babies visit their grandparents - if you don't change your selfish ways, guilt is a terrible thing to live with. Never use your child as a tool against your parents.

For those of you who discuss someone's medical condition to advance your career and make you look like King or Queen - think again and cut it out! The truth in careers, never judge someone and assume they have less knowledge, experience and skills then you, because someday, you may need them to bail you out of a situation because they have the knowledge, experience and skills to do so. The answer is learn from someone else's knowledge, experience and skills rather then judge them.

Why am I saying this, because I see it and here is a fact: Life is a circle. Thinking about the people of all ages who have lived the experience in appreciating life itself will bring several to another perspective. We only have one life, make the best of it.

The bottom line is everything in this society that includes Cancer or any other illness is not an option, it is a challenge that can bring a new beginning in one's life because these experiences do make people look at life differently. Together as a community, you can make a difference in another person's life if you can open your eyes and listen with your heart.

We all have trials and trivia's in our lives. Nobody said life is perfect, but nothing is perfect, however people, that is including ourselves, who listen and understand can make it better. To all of you who battled and illness, lost a loved one no matter what ever the loss was, courage still lives within you.

I was told one time, when my Father past away, that our loved ones don't leave us, they just go before us until we see them again. And believe it or not, alive or in the next world, this song's lyrics holds true for so many reasons and for so many people.

Read and remember these lyrics from this song. Courage, strength, faith, care and understanding brings out the hero in many.

To everyone who have faced any kind of trials or trivia's, illnesses and losses, to our Military, Veterans, Fire and Police Departments, and more, these lyrics to this song means so much in my heart and I am sending my heart to all people from all walks of life through these lyrics of this song that has touched my heart in more ways then one on several occasions for several reasons.

These words to these lyrics go a long way for many in all walks of life. How anyone handles things, is how they choose to live with themselves. So the best way to handle things is handle it right the first time because you never know if the person you speak poorly about may be the person who will save your life someday or be there for you in a time of need.
Song lyrics sung by Mariah Carey:

There's a hero,If you look inside your heart,You don't have to be afraid of what you are,There's an answer,If you reach into your soul,And the sorrow that you know will melt away.And then a hero comes along,With the strength to carry on,And you cast your fears aside and you know you can survive,So when you feel like hope is gone,Look inside you and be strong,And you'll finally see the truth that a hero lies in you.It's a long road,When you face the world alone,No one reaches out a hand for you to hold,You can find love,If you search within yourself,And the emptiness you felt will disappear.Lord knows,Dreams are hard to follow,But don't let anyone tear them away,Hold on,There will be tomorrow,In time you'll find the way.That a hero lies in YOU......


Barbara's Bountiful Bouquet
By Barbara Sherburne

I am sad to say, the garden season is pretty much over for me. At the Community Garden, all that is left is catnip, black-eyed susans, cleomes, marigolds, zinnias, and one basil plant I did not uproot, and the artichoke plant that is now producing lovely blue flowers. In early August I picked the last of the green and ripe tomatoes, and plucked the plants and cages out. I had already yanked all of the cornstalks out and took them to the compost heap. Later on in August I pulled all of the sunflowers out and basil.

My garden looks so bleak compared to just a month or so ago. I knew last month when I wrote this column that the season was coming to a close earlier than usual. Funny summer really. Here at home, my cucumber plants, which started to produce after my plants at the Community Garden were done, still offered up two cucumbers only a week ago! That is simply amazing to me. I am still wondering if one zucchini plant at home will yet produce something, and I haven't discarded it yet. Still hoping.

I began the haying and weeding process about two weeks ago at the CG (Community Garden), and do not have too much left to do. I need more hay though. I will leave the artichoke plants where they are because they are supposed to be perennials, and I'll see what happens next year. The two artichokes that I did harvest had a heart about the size of a silver dollar. I apparently did something wrong or perhaps the climate here is just not suited to them. Maybe you need to grow them in California. It was a good experiment though, and if I had a digital camera, I could show you how pretty the blue flowers are that they are producing now. Andy, would it be possible to visit Wallingford next summer and take some pictures of the CG?

Fall is definitely in the air now, and this marks the end of my very favorite time of year. I like the fall, but I love the spring and summer. I love being outside digging in the dirt with my bare hands and feeling the warmth of the sun, listening to all of the birds, each with a different song to share, and watching the butterflies and bees flirting with the flowers. Ah, me, I will miss this wonderful time of the year. Sigh.

To all the wonderful people who read The People's Press or write for the paper, I wish you a fabulous fall season! I am grateful for the opportunity to share, and I hope you have enjoyed hearing from me and others. my best to everyone. Enjoy. Be grateful. (I say this for my own benefit, as did Dorothy in The Wizard of Oz: There's no place like home. There's no place like home.)Barbara Sherburnebarndt49@yahoo.com (No one ever writes to me. Please feel free to do so. :) ) _______________________________________________________________
My Years with the Silver Company
By
Francis W. Lappert

It was back in 1937 while working at the Ford Agency in Wallingford that I found out International Silver Company was hiring new workers at their factory “H” plant in Meriden. My brother Ernie who was already working there told me to go see the employment manager as soon as possible. I did the next day and was hired for the night shift that was starting the following Monday. I as to start in the trimming room and my job was called Tipping. It called for grinding the tips of spoons and forks that had burrs on them. There was two men already doing that procedure on the day shift. One of them was told by the boss to show me how to set up the grind wheel with pumice and hot glue. It took me a few days to get the knack of it so as not to burn my fingers. My starting rate was forty cents an hour to begin with.

It was a piece work job and you could make more by producing more then the standard amount of forks and spoons required above the forty cents an hour rate. It took me several weeks to raise my rate ten cents an hour. After several months working in this building we were moved into the new building that was on Cooper Street.

Factory “J” of Waterbury was transferred to Meriden and moved in with us. They had been making the 1847 Roger Brothers brand silverware. By this time I was fast enough to be making around ninety cents an hour.

I was informed by my boss it took one hundred operations from start to finish to produce the silver plated spoon or fork. Our division received the sheets of nickel from the casting shop that belonged to the company called the rolling mill factory “R”.

The sheets were sent to the making room where the blanks were punched out. Some were for spoons , other for forks. After processing they went to the “Drop Room” where the blanks were struck, first on the handles then on the bowls or tines for forks. This decided which design was on the handles. There was a great many dies to accomplish this. After finishing with the drop room the spoons and forks came to our “Trimming Room” to be worked on to remove the burrs if any, before going to the buffing room to be polished. All of the spoons and forks then went through the inspection room before going to be silver plated in the plating department. When finished they were again inspected and sent to the wrapping dept. where they were boxed and made into sets for shipping. Some sets were for forty eight piece service for eight. Larger sets had 104 pcs. Service for twelve

I spent the first twenty seven years in the trimming room, then was transferred to the shipping room. At my twenty fifth year I was given a set of silverware that was called “First Love” 1847 Roger Brothers, a forty eight piece set. After several years in the shipping room I was transferred to the plating room to take over the gold plating division which was being started. I reported to my new boss and he had me scrubbing out the tanks that were to hold the gold solution and he was very fussy about it. It took about a week before we were ready to plate. I had two women to rack up the forks or spoons and I took them through the plating process, then they put them in trays to be inspected by others. They were then sent to factory “C” to be boxed and shipped out to the buyers all over the country.

I spent three years gold plating at factory “H” before the company shut down this division. Most of the work force went to factory “{C” on Research Parkway. My gold plating job went to factory “E” on South Broad Street to be incorporated with the hollowware division. My job was separated from the silver plating section of which had a long section of tanks which were automated. My plating tanks were separated from them. I was plating by myself. I did this for several more years until I reached sixty two years old. I talked it over with my wife and decided to retire in June of 1978. I was happy I did because the company sent the job to factory “C” and shut down factory “E” altogether. Shortly after the company went out of business. I spent forty one years with this company and do not regret retiring when I did.

Fall is Back
By Gina Maurizio

Summer is over Fall is back. Love it, Love it! Apples, country fairs, cider and colored leave beginning to change. I always liked this season even when I was young. We had apple trees in the yard so we ate many apples often. Apple pancakes, apple pie, apple bread and apple dumplings too. One of the trees was mine…so my grandmother said. What an honor that was. She knew how to make a kid pick apples. Autumn is invigorating with the change of the air. The coolness is like a burst of energy. Time to open the windows and to open them wide.

This makes me think of my father’s large garden and how it was at its end this time of year. About now it would be time to can the tomatoes and a few other items as well. On the second floor of my grandparent’s house where we lived the process began. Enormous pots would be placed on the old gas stove to begin a boil for the jars. Newspaper would be laid out all around. It was placed on the counter tops and floor. The very ripe tomatoes would first be soaked in the sink in the pantry. The water would be very hot to help the skin come off. Then each tomato would be peeled and squished to let out most liquid and seeds inside. A rash usually developed on my hands from the acid. Just like the summer plants that I brushed against would. The leaves made my skin red and irritated as I walked through the vines with my father. But it never stopped me from following him through the patch. Next the tomatoes would be put in the jars with fresh basil and garlic .My mother would boil the jars with lid to seal. We had to listen for the pop!!! That would also be my job; to listen for suction. Eggplant would be jarred as well but mostly pickled with the green tomatoes that never ripened. It would take hours if not all day to complete! There would be about fifty or so jars done up. Few would be shared with family or special friends But boy in the middle of winter nothing was better than being sent to the cellar for a jar of tomatoes. This occurred often because we had to have sauce about twice a week (my Dad said so).The sauce was prepared with those tomatoes fresh from the garden and the way my parents cooked it was a treat. I could smell it simmering on the stove now with the meatballs…..umm with thick Bonizinga bread of course!

I would like to say congratulations to The Peoples press on their 8th anniversary of print! Thank you for your dedication and allowing the community to share over the years! We appreciate all the good you do. Keep up the great work. Gina


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Who is Jack O’Lantern Anyway?

In addition to trick-or-treating, Halloween would not be the same without carving a Jack-o-lantern. And, yes, we owe that tradition to the Irish, too.

According to an Irish myth, there was a stingy man named Jack, the equivalent to Ebenezer Scrooge you might say. One night Jack invited the Devil for a drink, but Jack was so stingy that he didn’t want to pay. So he asked the Devil to turn himself into a coin so that he could pretend to pay. But Jack decided to keep the coin and put it in his pocket next to a cross, preventing the Devil from resuming his natural form. Eventually Jack let the Devil free but told the Devil not to bother him for a year and not to claim his soul if he should die in that time. When the Devil returned a year later, Jack told the Devil to climb a tree for some fruit and then carved a cross in the bark so that the Devil could not come down. He made the Devil promise not ever to take his soul. The Devil agreed and Jack let him out of the tree. When Jack died, God did not allow him in Heaven and the Devil, keeping his promise, refused to let Jack into Hell. So Jack’s soul was forced to roam the earth with a coal in a turnip to light his way. He became known as Jack of the Lantern, or Jack O’Lantern.

The Irish began to make their own versions of Jack’s lantern by carving scary faces into turnips and potatoes. Once in America, the Irish found the pumpkin to be perfect for carving these gruesome faces.

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What to do?
A musing……………
by Ernie Larsen

Last issue the publisher requested people discuss what they did on their summer vacation; I briefly summarized my summer activities and then took a bit of a tangent and recalled one of my youthful misadventures. And just today I heard an announcement on the evening news that this was the last full day of summer. (so if you’re a good detective you’ll know I’m writing this on Sunday 9/21) Just last week I was discussing with a colleague what seemed to be the shortness of this summer as compared to years’ past. I’m sure it chronologically was the same length as any other summer; it just seemed a lot shorter. And then listening to those complaining there wasn’t enough to do around here anyway, what was the big deal? Talk liked that always sticks in my craw – what do people want; someone to plan their leisure activities or their life for that matter? Well, I’ve always been a do-it-yourselfer and doing stuff that interests me is one of the things I’m good at, at least I think I am. Since I was in grammar school I’ve had an interest in one of Connecticut’s most famous writers and citizens, Mark Twain, the pen name of Samuel Clemens, who lived in Hartford in the 19th century and beyond. In fact my interest in Twain was piqued at my son’s wedding this past July 4th – the church in which he was married, the Asylum Hill Congregational Church was Clemens’ place of worship during his tenure in Hartford. I also found out that Twain was also best friends with the church’s’ first pastor, Rev. Joseph Twitchell.

Then all of a sudden it was Labor Day weekend – my wife and I thought we should do something, get away, whatever. Maybe a road trip and overnight out of state, have some friends over, or as our esteemed Governor, Jodi Rell suggested, a ‘staycation’. She had been promoting Connecticut itself as a destination; with so much to offer literally right in our own backyard. Hey, why not so we decided to head back up to Hartford and tour the Mark Twain house. I’d been, quite a few years ago, this would be her first time. My visit was prior to the addition of the museum and conference center, now known as the 21st Century page compositor. If you’re a Twain buff you may get the drift of that somewhat derogatory term for the present Twain Museum complex.

My first stop was the Meriden Public Library to pick up a pass that offered complimentary admission with a paid ticket. The house is on Farmington Avenue, just adjacent to the Harriet Beecher house; in the neighborhood of St. Joseph Cathedral and Kevin and Sarah’s condo, thought I’d mention them, my son and the new Mrs. Larsen. Tours take about an hour and we didn’t have to wait long to begin ours. There were 10 or so people on the tour; a family from out of state of which one of the young girls, a HS student, wore a sweatshirt advertising a production of Tom Sawyer which was presented by her school and she was delighted to be at Twain’s house and see the stomping grounds of what she proclaimed her favorite author. Our guide/docent/tour leader was well versed in the history of the house and Twain and his family. My wife was impressed as was I. On my first visit I was not really listening to the guide, I was somewhat mesmerized just being in the home of this great writer; this time, having done a bit of research on the A.H.C.C. and the Rev. Joseph Twitchell along with Mark Twain the experience was quite a bit more memorable and very enjoyable.

And to further my knowledge of the Twain legacy a couple of weeks ago, my best friend and I attended a lecture on the Rev. Joseph Twitchell at the newly renovated and almost completed Southington Historical Society. He’d invited me about a month or so ago knowing my interest in Twain and the A.H.C.C. itself. This was the just the double whammy I needed to ensure my attendance for what turned out to be quite an interesting evening at the Southington Historical Society. The lector was Steve Courtney who was promoting his latest book on Twitchell; and did he know his subject did I mention how glad I was I was there?

The Rev. Twitchell was a native of the Plantsville section of our neighbor, Southington. As I mentioned he and Twitchell were best of friends and at the talk I found out they were traveling companions and intellectual adversaries during this period in Hartford. Interestingly enough one of the women in attendance at the lecture asked if Twains’ house was still around – I found out she was a longtime Connecticut resident and history buff and was no spring chicken; almost everyone in attendance was somewhat taken aback by her somewhat inane query, one person muttered she must live under a rock. Be that as it may, the back and forth between attendees and the speaker was spirited and made the evening that more interesting.

The guest speaker, Steve Courtney, a journalist, previously worked for the Hartford Courant and was involved in a series about Twain that ran in the paper in the early 90’s. When my son Kevin announced he was to be married at A.H.C.C. I did some research concerning the building; I’m glad I did. The building is of brownstone construction with the majority of this material ‘mined’ in the quarries of Portland, Ct. The architect was Patrick Keely of Brooklyn, N.Y. and a Catholic. Somewhat of a radical departure for the choice of the designer of the church as is its Gothic Revival style; if you aren’t familiar what that is, take a walk over to St. Joseph Church on West Main in Meriden, the interiors of both churches are strikingly similar. Keely also designed St. Joseph Cathedral in Hartford, no not the one that sits on 900 Farmington Avenue now, the one that burned on New Years Eve in 1956.

All in all, Keely planned over 600 churches during his career. Impressive accomplishments most were of the Roman Catholic persuasion, but he did vary – according to his records he was paid $600.00 for the design of the A.H.C.C.

Well, besides giving some insight into my interest in Mark Twain and the A.H.C.C. the whole point of this piece is to point out there is a lot to do right here in Connecticut – the Connecticut commission on Tourism promotes the state very heavily – it’s up to the citizenry to take advantage of what is a very interesting area of the U.S. Well, heck, Mrs. Cleaver, if you don’t want to leave Meriden, gas prices got you nailed to your hometown, there is still a lot to do. How many of you reading this have visited the Solomon Goffe house, you know the 1711 over on North Colony Road, remember when it was a restaurant and banquet facility? What about the Andrews Homestead, that red colonial building you see while you’re munching your Big Mac over on West Main Street?

Actually our ‘staycation’ was quite fun and we made a pact do one at least once a year. Anyway, my friends, let’s not complain there is nothing to do around here, believe me there is plenty and if you are looking for a place to go, start with the Meriden Public Library or the library nearest you for some great ideas on venues of interest right here in the good old Nutmeg State.

If you have a computer or are using one at the library go to: www.cultureandtourism.org/ this is the Connecticut Tourism Commission website. Lots of great information – I think my next adventure trip in Connecticut is to take my granddaughter for a ride on the Rocky Hill/Glastonbury ferry across the Connecticut River – anyone done that recently?


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Local Youth Athletes Seeking Area Assistance
October 2008

Dear Friends,

Every year the Wallingford Vikings Football and Cheer works towards helping the youth of Wallingford and by being a part of the American Youth Football (AYF) league we are compelled to do so. The main mission of the AYF is a commitment to helping others, community service, and volunteerism – which is the foundation of the AYF, the largest football and cheer organization in the country. From the many local volunteers who give selfless hours of their time, to the youth who give back to their community via AYF projects, the dedication to enrich the lives of others is our mission. When we see these traits in individuals who share in our vision, gives cause for us to fight to make it possible for them to succeed and continue to grow. But the fight is only made possible by the generous support of people like you and / or your business.

Every year, the Wallingford Vikings Football and Cheer League have grown stronger. Even with other fall sports becoming more or just as popular, we continue to grow. We have purchased new uniforms for both the football and cheer squads in the past and have even sent some of the players onto competitions. With the continued success of our program we hope to continue to help raise these local children by providing a safe harbor to teach leadership, teamwork, trust, and to be their best at something they enjoy; while instilling that hard work and determination make your dreams an endless possibility. Due to the increasing costs and the talent that has grown within these children we find ourselves with the possibility of having multiply squads move onto Regional competitions and possibly National competitions. In the past we were able to not have to extend the airfare, hotel, travel expenses to the families but during these times, we fear that this will not be the case this year. This year, we hope to be able to send any and all squads that qualify for any competition to that competition without causing any undue hardships to the families.

We’re asking you, today, to take a stand and assist us in making these children’s dreams come true by making a simple donation. Your donation will help pay for any expenses that any of our squads will incur this year and in the upcoming years. Each individual or business will receive a special thank you, an update during our competitions, and your name posted on our web site showing that you have helped our worthy cause up till next season. To send your generous donation, please make checks payable to the Wallingford Junior Football League (WJFL), PO Box 4173, Wallingford, CT 06492. Should you have any questions please feel free to email our Cheer Coordinator at dianewjflcheer@comcast.net.
The Wallingford Vikings Football and Cheer League thanks you for your time and generosity.

Sincerely,
John Calatayud Diane Chadderton
WJFL President WJFL Cheer Coordinator


News From Your Village Community Life Line

South Meriden Volunteer Fire Department is the village community life line and is celebrating 100 years of service.

In August we had our open house and our first carnival celebration in 25 years. First of all I want to thank the Board of Ed for allowing us to use Hanover School property to celebrate our 100th anniversary. Also thanks to our neighbors and friends on May Street, Cheshire Road and Evansville Ave for allowing us some latitude for celebrating our event so close to their homes. It was a great event for friends meeting friends, children and parents enjoying the rides and games together. The weather was spectacular and the mood and friendship was contagious. This was a true neighborhood event that brings people together to share memories forever. We had some many complements on the event and we are so happy that we had this opportunity to share our department heritage with you. THANK YOU for making the event such a success.

The department was established back in 1908. It is the only volunteer fire station today in the City of Meriden. It is manned completely by Volunteer professionals. We presently have 28 active members ranging from 18 years old to 60. Our firefighters are certified by the State of CT Fire Academies. Their certification levels depend on the amount of time that each member has spent schooling themselves in the Fire Service. We continue to push our members to continue their education in the fire service and EMS, the more they learn the more they can improve their chance to advance in life’s every day adventures.

Our active firefighters must achieve the level of Firefighter I which is approximately 140 hours within their first 12 months in our department. They also must achieve the level of Medical Response Technician (MRT) or Emergency Medical Technician (EMT) within their first 18 months. The certification process then continues, there is Firefighter II which is approximately 160 hours, Fire Instructor I approximately 100 hours, Fire Officer I approximately 100 hours and this list can and sometimes does continue further. Our members and their families are dedicated to serving not only South Meriden but also the whole City of Meriden when there are City wide emergencies.

We are one of the only fully volunteer fire stations in the state that has overnight duty crews. We have personnel that presently man our fire station 6 nights a week. This has been going on for over 8 years now. This allows us to respond quicker to emergencies in our area. We believe in providing good customer service to our customers, you our neighbors. South Meriden Volunteer Fire Department works hand and hand with the Meriden Career Fire Department. Meriden Fire Department has 5 career stations based thought-out the City. The two main stations that also cover the South Meriden area are Station 1 which houses Engine 1 located on Chamberlain Highway and Station 2 which houses Engine 2 and Truck Company 1 (The Ladder Truck). We usually get dispatched at the same time for calls in the South Meriden area. The incident can be handled either by both of the departments or separately. When our station is manned either day or night depending on the severity of the incident we usually handle the incident ourselves, this frees the Meriden Engine company up to handle other emergency incidents that might occur. I believe that Meriden has the best career firefighters in the State. We work with them everyday and I think we all learn from each other each day.

Our call volume has been increasing each year. Our station will be doing over 700 calls this year. We are funded with approximately $70.000 a year from the City of Meriden. We also run our own fund raiser each year to help us buy extra equipment and supplies that we can not afford to purchase with the City funds. This year we are looking to purchase an all terrain vehicle equip for patient care and carry for the new liner trails that was built in South Meriden plus stage Two coming in the near future. This vehicle will be used to excess individuals that might get ill or injured while using the trails.

We not only recruit from within Meriden for Volunteers fire fighters but we also do recruitment for certified firefighters that live outside of Meriden as long as they can meet our bylaw requirements to do minimum one duty overnight crew a week plus meet our drill, meeting and squad duty requirements. Certified Fire Fighters can apply on Monday evenings at our fire station which is located at 31 Camp Street, South Meriden. Well that is all this month I will visit with you again hopefully next month God willing.
Stay safe, Keith Gordon - Chief of Operations


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“The Mummy’s Hand”

At the age of ten, I was allowed to attend movies with my best girlfriends at Saturday matinees. Even though I thought I was completely grown up at twelve, my parents would never concede to movies on Sundays. One Halloween Sunday, my parents let me spend the day at my best friend’s, Kathy, home with the stipulation that I come home in time to go trick-or-treating with my older sister, Nancy, that evening. Kathy and I watched "The Mummy's Hand" at the movie theatre that afternoon. Over and over again the mummy would push the casket open, sit then stand, and stealthily walk toward us. He was completely wrapped in white strips of tape with only large open eyes gazing down at us.

That evening Nancy and I, dressed as sister witches, joined the neighborhood kids in approaching nearly every home in a three-mile radius, asking if the inhabitants would like us to sing or dance to earn our treat. Usually the home's host and hostess would invite us in, marvel at our Halloween costumes, and drop cookies, apples, or candy into our bags.

One of the houses on Buckingham Street next to our church was huge and scary. A nurse opened the door and invited us in. Nancy and I were alone but managed to push each other through the long hallway. There sat an old man in a wheelchair. He spoke grumpily and the nurse prodded him gently speaking in his behalf. "Mr. Gently wants you to sing or act out something and he wants each of you to do this alone."

We looked at one another: the elder, Nancy, then performed a short tap dance. I thought she looked funny tripping over her black skirt but the old man must have liked it. His face changed from a frown to a wide toothless smile and he asked for more. Nancy continued to dance until her peaked hat snapped off her head. Then he pointed to me! I could not dance so I sang, "Tangerine, she is all they claim, with her heart of gold, her lips of sweet champagne." We could tell he liked what he heard. He offered us a great treat - a nickel to each of us. Not many others approached this home but we were glad we did.

It was growing late but we, like so many other greedy boys and girls, found it hard to give up the treats. Oh, those chocolate bars tempted us to stay out past dark. We crossed the main road planning to go home the opposite way. A large field separated two houses. As we passed it, the grass rustled and two large men jumped out at us, demanding us to give them our candy, especially the chocolate bars. Suddenly three other younger men ran toward us and scared the two offenders away. It was our brother, Lefty, and two of his friends who had been sent to bring us home safely and actually did save us.

Later that evening, Nancy and I grabbed an old sheet from the linen closet and carefully spread it out on the parlor floor. This was the fun part. We sorted the candy and fruit and like young accountants tallied on paper the number of each kind, then we traded. Nan loved Hershey bars; I loved Milky Ways and Lefty deserved his favorite, anything licorice. Mom and Dad perturbed us by insisting that they deserved some Hershey and Milky Ways; their reason was, "We're your Mom and Dad!" and then to prove the point Mom added in short declaratives: "School tomorrow! Time to get ready for bed. You already ate two bars each. I can add and subtract, too." She pointed to our clearly numbered tally sheets.

Lefty shared the same bedroom with me. Neither of us liked it. (We didn't realize then that one year later Lefty would be out of the house serving in the US Navy.) My two sisters, Ginny (who often came home from college) and Nancy, slept in a much smaller bedroom, and Mom and Dad also occupied a small bedroom. This upper story was cozy and comfortable as was the whole house.

We slept soundly Halloween night. Two nights later, someone ruffled up the blanket on top of me; I kept trying to smooth it to no avail. I sat up in bed and screamed. Standing over me was this huge "mummy" and his eyes pierced my soul. Lefty saved me again in an indirect way: he brought Mom to my side. For a long time Mom held my hand and talked softly to me luring me back to sleep.

I had a problem sleeping for several months - not every night - but often enough to alarm my family. That mummy occurred to me often and the rumbled blanket reminded me of the rustling grass where two large men startled us on Halloween night.

I did let my parents know that I had disobeyed them by seeing a movie on a Sunday afternoon. Perhaps, some of my problem came from disobeying them; perhaps too many stressors stimulated my adolescent brain at one time; perhaps, it was part of growing up.

It became a joke in our house as I outgrew this anxiety. Lefty started it! "Silla got over her fears by holding her own mummy's hand."


NATURE AS A MIRROR:
by Dorothy Gonick


CLOUDS

Cumulus, cirrus,
Stratus and nimbus glide by,
Uncontrolled by man.

Wispy cirrus clouds are scattered in the blue, blue sky this early morning, gently blown by the same soft breeze that caresses us. The warm air and sunshine buoy our spirits and we know that ‘all’s right with the world.’ Other mornings, the low-lying stratus clouds of fog hover over the valley. During the day, large, puffy white cumulous clouds take on many shapes for our imaginations to ponder. Yet, other days, the sky is gray and overcast with dark gray nimbus clouds of sadness. We shrug our shoulders, maybe shiver a bit and head indoors to await the rain. Even though we know that the rain is needed, we long for the sunny clear days. The earth flourishes after a rain; plants have new vigor and produce new growth, flowers and food. The dust is washed from the air, we breathe easier, and all is refreshed.

But what of the heavy thunderstorms that assail the earth at times? Those strong winds, gales of heavy storms that wreak havoc with too much rain and wind. Trees are broken, buildings damaged, shorelines ravaged, and sometimes lives taken. We grieve for the desolation left by these storms—called acts of God? There are stormy times in our lives when we feel bowled over by some traumatic episode, and our life seems dark and without hope. This is the time we must remember that above every cloud there is a blue sky--heavenly blue sky that is always there. God is still in His heaven and loving us in a way beyond measure. Our eyes may be cloudy for awhile, but we must open them for life to live again. We can recover from our personal storms with a new outlook on life and on the cause of our past tumult. Let us welcome the sunshine.



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Dear Andy and Dawn,

Your dream of a free newspaper to spread good news and to support local businesses and establishments has undergone growing pains and successes on its way of achieving the goals you envisioned. Your emphasis on the goodness of people, the value of hope, and that Life is good spurred the thoughts in this month’s article on Clouds. We is mirrored in the paper today.

Each issue of The People’s Press has a wonderful variety of articles, information, celebrations, and creative ads giving us an all round good feeling. It’s nice to read a paper and not become disheartened from its news. Several of your writers have become familiar to me, and although I’ve not met many of them, I look forward to their articles and stories. There are always interesting, informative, and well-written stories to read.

Eight years ago you asked me to write something for the first issue of The Peoples Press and I did. And the next month I wrote again. Ideas kept surfacing for Nature as a Mirror and I enjoyed combining the ideas with a bit of poetry and my Chinese Brush paintings. Thank you for the incentive to do this, as I would not have written many without your encouragement. You’ve awakened a talent that fills many of my hours with pleasure.

Eight years! Are you aware that the Chinese consider the numeral 8 to be lucky? Turned on its side, it is their symbol for Infinity and good fortune. It was used extensively during the recent Olympic celebrations. Let’s claim that good fortune for the People’s Press!

I owe you a big Thank You for the opportunity to write for The Peoples Press these past eight years and look forward to the years to come.

God’s blessings.
Dorothy Gonick
September 20, 2008
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Happy 8th Anniversary, Peoples Press!

The year 2000 invoked a lot of different feelings in people. Many were fearful of the world ending, some thought we’d run out of food and the necessary items to survive. Many had stockpiles in their basements. Some of those people still have items from their stockpile. Remember Y2K? Computers may stop functioning, banks may have errors, would the airplanes fly? So much time and money was spent to ensure that when we went from December 31, 1999 to January 1, 2000, that all would be well. There was so much uncertainty in 2000. It not only was a new year, decade and century, but a new millennium; this was a first for every human being on earth. During all this uncertainty, something new was birthed- the first issue of The Peoples Press.

I first met Dawn Reynolds at our La Leche League meetings when our daughters were babies. She had a heart for families and for people. I later found out that her husband, Andy, took a risk and decided to create a “good news” newspaper - a gem. This wonderful paper gives individuals like you and me the rare opportunity to share our thoughts and creativity. We can write and have our stories published in The Peoples Press and learn about the wonderful people in our community. We can send in pictures or stories of our travels, our families, our gardens and accomplishments and have it in our local monthly, family-friendly paper. Thank you, Andy and Dawn, for always being there for our small business owners and for the fledgling writers and photographers. You give us hope when we open up the paper each month. Thank You.

Your friend,
Maryann Santos
Meriden

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Some things never change...and some things do. by Barbara Sherburne

I want to thank heartily The People's Press for all that they have done for our communities on this eighth anniversary! I am not sure to what degree people realize how this paper has changed lives and attitudes. Okay, this paper is somewhat on a small scale compared to The New York Times, but, let's face it, this newspaper has made a difference in many people's lives. And for the better. Unless I were to open every paper I have in this apartment and read every story, I would not be able to quote things verbatim, and God knows my memory ain't the best. But I do know many, many fund-raisers have been in the paper to help children and families. I did two stories about the fund-raiser for Rose Marie Pannone's children, and one was called "A Rose Is A Rose Is A Rose." There have been a number of events wherein the paper asked for our aid, and people followed through. This paper may work on a small scale compared to others, but it is strong. And I cannot begin to imagine all the good The People's Press has done over the years. Andy and Dawn are to be commended. What a fabulous idea it was to start a paper for Meriden and Wallingford and surrounding communities, giving the good citizens an opportunity to share pieces of their lives with the rest of us!

I came to this newspaper with a story. I had only seen a couple of issues of the paper back in 2000. We kind of got off to a rough start, but my article made the paper - "Paula's Place - A Hometown Shop." Andy was encouraging, and he kept asking me to write stories, and I did. I wrote so many that I can't remember the titles to half of them. I also delivered the paper for about five years, and I got to know many shopkeepers in town. I still know many of them. This is a gift in itself. I got to interview Mayor Dickinson a couple of times, and that was fun, really. I got to meet the president of Castle Bank & Trust, Lawrence McGoldrick, in Meriden, when I did a story about the community bank. That was an interesting experience. Andy asked me to do stories about things I had no real knowledge of, like porcelain dolls, but I went where he asked me to go. I did a piece about the volunteers at Masonicare in Wallingford, one about Daylight Saving Time and the Iwo Jima Memorial in New Britain, and many others that I can't even remember right now. Perhaps the highlight for me was a story that ran for over a year, an installment at a time, about finding my biological family, "A Dream Realized." I was still writing other stories while that was a work-in-progress, and that was quite a project.

I don't wish to be too long-winded here, but I would kind of be lost without this outlet for writing. The People's Press has given so many of us an opportunity to write whatever we feel inclined to write about, and we don't have this opportunity really anywhere else, except maybe on the Internet, like on blogs or something. And I am not involved with that kind of stuff. I have enjoyed writing my monthly column on my garden at the Wallingford Community Garden for two years now, and I'll be submitting what I think will be my final installment shortly. It's funny, but I have siblings in other states who have submitted stories or poems also to the paper. They have enjoyed doing so, and my brother's story about Lazan (Ed) was on the front page of the September issue. I mailed him the paper so that he could bring it to Ed's adoptive mom, Ginny, who is 92, and George brought her the paper this week to Ohio. The paper gets around!
My sincerest congratulations to Andy and Dawn for keeping this paper going and for now celebrating the eighth anniversary of The People's Press! It has certainly not been an easy road, lots of obstacles, but I hope you will keep it coming. And Happy 41st Birthday, Andy, on September 21st! Barbara Sherburne, Wallingfordbarndt49@yahoo.com_____________________________________________________________________


Dear Housewives – Central Connecticut’s Know it ALL Gals

Dear Readers,

Do you have a question regarding family life, budgeting, customer service issues, DVD or book reviews, or home organization? We will give you our candid advise from a family perspective. Contact The Peoples Press by e-mail or phone with your confidential question and we will answer it in the next issue.
Hope you all enjoy Autumn!

***Be an informed voter this year. Read, listen and make your own educated judgment on who is the best to lead our country. Be informed, be educated on the views of each candidate. Review the basics. How did our Founding Father's design the United States of America? Be proud to know your country.***
June and Flora

Dear Housewives,

My daughter goes to school with a girl who she likes but the mother does not like me in the least. She won't even be civil to me. She refuses to even say hello. This all stems from a letter I wrote principal about her older son and his bad behavior in the cafeteria a couple of years back. I didn't even know her at the time since my daughter was new to the school and I didn't like what I was hearing about this kids behavior. Should I tell my daughter to play with someone else or should I let it go? Mom in Meriden

JUNE: Dear Mom, sounds like you are dealing with a very immature woman. If her son was acting up in the lunch room to the point where you needed to say something to the school then she should be apologizing not "snubbing" you. Kids get over things so quickly, it is the adults that need to grow up and move one. Holding petty grudges is about as babyish as you can get. She can play with the girl in school but don't hold your breath for a play date. To all the moms out there who are holding on to a grudge with someone, grow up, move on and make nice. It is so much less energy to be nice and smile at someone than to feel pissed off and angry. Really, is it that bad?

FLORA: Refuses to say hello? Oh boy....Let your daughter play with her but do not let on that there is tension between you and the other mother. Try to pull the Mom aside and explain that you notice there is some tension and you want to clear the air, share with her some nice things her daughter does that your daughter likes and maybe she can move on. Forgiveness is the answer. Love her and hope for the best.

JUNE: Real world alert! Real world alert! This writer just said the lady is petty and immature. Can you imagine walking up to her and saying, "I love your daughter plays hopscotch!" and having her hug you and say she loves you too. Sheesh, I feel like I am on the Brady bunch. That stuff don't work here in reality town.

Dear Housewives,

Why doesn't cancer make some people nicer? Wouldn't you think people would reflect on things more after facing such a frightening issue? My cousin is just as mean as ever after surviving cancer. What do you think? Don't get it in Meriden

FLORA: It does, for some; just not your cousin. I guess it reminds me of the 'mean old lady' or the 'mean old man'; they were mean young people. Something makes your cousin mean. You can pray for him/her that they get to the root cause of the bitterness. Life is so much nicer with the freedom of a happy heart. You can always find a book that may be appropriate for this situation and mail it.

JUNE: Dear don't, I would absolutely think facing possible death and fighting such a difficult fight would make someone reflect on the past and put the future into perspective. The problem is some people are just a certain way and nothing is going to change the anger they have inside. Some people may feel they didn't deserve to be sick and they may be angrier after the ordeal. Perhaps, whatever makes your cousin a nasty person in the first place is what makes him/her not reflect in the face of adversity. Wish your cousin well and stay away.

Housewives' Book Nook
Junes book pick of the month is Schuyler's Monster by Robert Rummel-Hudson. It was about a little girl diagnosed with Bilateral Perisylvian Polymicrogyria, a neurological condition that left her unable to speak. The book is written by her father and tells their story of getting the proper diagnosis to starting school and fighting to get her the proper education and all the items she needed for that. It was heartwarming and inspirational.

I must also recommend the book by Christopher Anderson, Somewhere in Heaven. This is about Christopher and Dana Reeve and the ordeal they went through with his paralysis from a horseback riding accident and her eventual death from lung cancer. It was heart wrenching to read about how quickly and tragically life can change but they were quite a couple and she was quite a woman.

Next month, much emotionally lighter books on the agenda.




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“Sheltering an Animal’s Perspective”
by
Gregory M. Simpson

As a social worker practicing in child welfare, I am all too familiar with child neglect, including medical neglect. Therefore, it should not have come as a surprise to me the amount of medical neglect reported for cats. Yet it did.

The 2007 U.S. Pet Ownership & Demographics Sourcebook reports 81.7 million companion cats in the country. This is about 10 million more cats than dogs. Despite the edge in popularity by numbers, 36% of those 81.7 million companions cats – or 29.4 million – do not visit a veterinarian as compared to 17% of dogs. This means that cats are twice as likely as dogs not to see a veterinarian. The irony is that as the number of companion cats increase, there is an accompanying decrease in veterinary visits. This leaves millions of cats undiagnosed and untreated, for illness, for pain, and for discomfort. This includes life-threatening conditions such as heart murmurs that can be silent killers, if not diagnosed and treated.

At the American Veterinary Medical Association (AVMA) Annual Convention in July 2008, a CATalyst Council formed to address these alarming statistics about U.S. feline health care and welfare. The CATalyst Council, Inc. is a non-profit corporation headquartered in Kansas City. Says Dan Kramer, CATalyst Council chairperson, “At the CATalyst Summit, the entire feline industry came together and in one voice declared the current situation as unacceptable while painting a very optimistic path to making a positive difference….We welcome everyone who has an interest in the outcome to join us in a broad-based initiative to raise the standard of care for all cats.”

The formation of the CATalyst Council followed a CATalyst Summit in February 2008 held by the Association of Feline Practitioners. At the summit, over thirty leading organizations and companies met to discuss how to improve feline health care and increase responsible behavior of cat companions. Their goal is to enhance the stature of cats and enrich their lives. During the summit, an action plan was created to, in part, develop feline life stage guidelines for veterinarians and pet owners, and produce a consumer awareness campaign.

It would serve cats well for their companions to keep in mind what Mordecai Siegal wrote in the introduction to The Cornell Book of Cats: A Comprehensive Medical Reference to Every Cat and Kitten, “…they are as vulnerable to the processes of nature as any other living organism. The natural cat is an attractive, alluring animal that requires our help and good intentions if it is to survive in the human environment….The invasion of internal or external parasites will disrupt normal body functions and most certainly will cause discomfort, pain or sickness without veterinary treatment. Cats, like all animals, are susceptible to hundreds of diseases, disorders, and potential threats….It is essential for caring cat owners to have a grasp of the medical realities of their special friends.”

The cat has the distinction of being the only animal species that domesticated itself. Thousands of years ago, in the Fertile Crescent that includes Egypt, Turkey, and Cyprus, the Cat decided that living with Man was a good deal for both sides. For protecting the grain supply from rodents, cats were given food, shelter, and loving care. So, after all these thousands of years later, please live up to your end of the deal and provide your cat with routine veterinary care. You will receive unconditional love as your part of the bargain.

For the animals,

Gregory M. Simpson

Gregory Simpson’s animal welfare involvement spans over 25 years, having provided leadership for several Connecticut organizations, as well as having served as state advisor to the national Friends of Animals. Currently a Board member of Protectors of Animals, Inc., he was chosen by CAT FANCY magazine as one of the ultimate cat lovers in the U.S. He is also a member of the Cat Writers’ Association.

Attractive and Active in 2008

Submitted by Carol Carbutti Comfort Keepers of Wallingford

Just because you’re getting older doesn’t mean you have to look it. With a little bit of effort, you can keep your youthful appearance. And what’s nice about looking good is that it’s going to help you feel good, too. It’s not going to cost you a lot either. When it comes to living healthier, it’s never too late to start, and the sooner you start, the sooner people are going to notice. So let’s get going!

Getting fit
As far as getting fit goes, what’s important is to be realistic. Of course, before you begin any fitness routine, you definitely want to discuss with your health care provider your capabilities and your limitations.

Remember, everybody is different and so is every body.

When it comes to staying active, options abound! You’ll definitely be more likely to stick with your exercise routine if you’re doing things that you enjoy. But be careful because doing the same type of activity over and over can lead to boredom. Having a homecare helper is one way to facilitate getting to and from excercise classes and doctors appointments to allow for diversity in your routine. Once you get bored, you’ll find plenty of excuses for not working out. So make sure to vary your exercise routine.

When it’s too cold (or too hot) to go out, think of some indoor activities you enjoy. Here are a few ideas. You could find a partner and take a dancing class or get a group together and go bowling. When the weather’s nice outside, you could go walking, kayaking, or golfing. Even gardening is a healthy option.

If you’re having trouble getting your exercising routine started, just try adding more steps to your day. If you can, walk up and down your stairs. When you shop, park further away from the store’s entrance. If you have a pet, put on a leash and take your pet for a walk. It’s something you’ll both enjoy. Once you’re willing to put forth the effort, it’s really not that hard to get your heart beating and your blood circulating.

Eating better

As far as eating better, you don’t have to go out and buy healthy eating cookbooks or clear your cupboards.

Again, start simply by adding a fruit or vegetable to every meal. Add a banana to whole grain cereal. Fix yourself a salad with dinner (just be careful with the dressing!). Make a big pot of vegetable soup that you can eat every day for lunch. With minimal effort, you’ll be providing your body with the nutrients it needs to function more efficiently.

There are other ways you can improve your diet, if you’re willing. For example, you can choose leaner cuts of meats and snack on nuts instead of potato chips. You can cut out (or cut down on) sugary drinks and alcohol. You can stop taking seconds and learn about portion control including what a serving size really looks like.

When it comes to eating right and increasing activity, this is just the tip of the iceberg. You don’t need to spend a lot of money on menu planning, health spas and the like. All you need to reap tremendous health benefits is the right outlook.

Inside the Studio with Richard Neilberg—

Authorized for print in the People’s Press October 2008 issue used with permission (c) 2008 by Michael J. Citak

Richard: Hi readers, and welcome to the studio, with us today is Children's Writer and Illustrator Michael J. Citak, welcome to the studio.
Michael: Thanks John, it’s a pleasure to sit today.
Richard: Let's get right into it, with two Children’s books self published, and another on the horizon, what’s it feel like to have accomplished so much already?
Michael: Well the hardest part is yet to come John. Writing and Illustrating comes easy for me, it’s the marketing and advertising that can make or break a book series like mine. Thankfully though, unlike businesses and people out there, I’m not producing books to make a fortune. Realistically, I’m keeping my goals small and obtainable, and I’m just hoping that my community embraces me and my books as a wonderful addition to their children’s literary choices.
Richard: How would catagorize your books?
Michael: Well, I’ve published a complication book of my one hundred MoWit comic strips, but that’s for adults who appreciate alternative humor, and then there’s my Children’s books, which are mainly for the elementary school age groups, but have been enjoyed by all ages from three to folks in their early eighties.
Richard: Are your stories purely for entertainment or is there an educational thread in your works?
Michael: I’m glad you asked that Richard, I want to let my readers know that each book in my Adventure series will utilize increasingly difficult words to improve the child’s vocabulary over time, and in doing so will begin to prepare them for the state standardized tests.
Richard: Your series are picture books, tell us about that?
Michael: Yes, every book in my adventure series has a picture on every page. I’m a big kid at heart and even though I’m almost twenty-six, I always liked looking at the pictures growing up, so I wanted to give the kids and adults who pick up my series, something to not only learn from, but be entertained as well.
Richard: Now, I’ve seen you painting on your Public Access show Creation, and have had the privilege to view your freehand drawings which are phenomenal for a guy who doesn’t have any formal training in painting or drawing, but with your adventure series you choose to utilize the computer to illustrate your pictures, why is this?
Michael: Firstly, thank you for the compliment, It’s really a gift to have raw natural talent, but to answer your question, I found that the computer gives me the freedom to make a mistake and fix it without having to draw the entire picture over again. Plus, I’ve started using Adobe Photoshop along with Microsoft Paintbrush to create my illustrations, so I can now I can add effects that I wasn’t able to do before.
Richard: So the computer makes drawing easier?
Michael: Not really, yes it makes editing easier, but you still have to have the talent to illustrate what is in your mind onto the page, wether it be a real page or a virtual one. For me, it’s more of a time saving technique, and with five stories in the series already written, and me just getting to illustrating the second one entitled "The Adventures of Leo- and the Treasure Cave", I need all the time saving help I can get.
Richard: Sounds like you’re a busy man, do you ever take a break?
Michael: Well, I just started a new job with www.johnrozz.com as their warehouse manager, and entertainment roadie, after a two month sabbatical from the workforce to regroup, so I’m now busier than ever in my work life, and just the other day Meriden resident Mrs. Kathy Olsen, "The Bee Lady", my first grade teacher from when I was growing up, has asked me to illustrate her upcoming children’s book about bees, which I’m excited about, so I guess taking a break for me just comes in spurts. I’m a Pisces, so my creative juices are always flowing.
Richard: Do you have any advise to the People’s Press Readers who might be considering writing a children’s book?
Michael: Yes, if they need an illustrator to call me. Seriously though I’d say to not let anybody stand in your way of creative freedom. Just sit down one day, put the pen to the paper or the fingers to the board, and let the story flow. Also, to always have a pad and pen handy, because you never know where the next great idea might come from.
Richard: Well, I’d like to thank you for taking time out of your busy schedule to sit and chat with us, and for those of us readers who are interested, where can they pick up a copy of your books?
Michael: Thank you Richard, it’s really been a pleasure getting to chat, and get the word out. My books can be purchased on my storefront http://stores.lulu.com/michaeljcitak and at some point, once my second book "The Treasure Cave" is finished, I’ll be having a book reading and signing probably at the Wallingford Public Library, but nothing is finalized yet, and updates on that will be available on my personal website- www.michaelcitak.com as well as on my storefront.
Richard: Is there anything else you’d like to say?
Michael: Just thank you to all my friends and family who have supported me throughout my life in theatre, film, and in print, and to my readers who enjoy and look forward to my future writings.

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Fishing Lures For 2008: What’s Hot!
Written by Paul Narducci Heart of Connecticut Outdoors

The lures I am going to discuss are lures that will work in local rivers, lakes and ponds in Connecticut waters. Some of these lures have been around for years and some are new to the fishing market. The bottom line is that these lures catch fish and big ones. I started a fishing show called Connecticut Outdoors back in 1994 and had to stop due to my sons illness. We have decided to start our show again. The shows should start airing by September. The first type of lures I am going to discuss are probably the most exciting to fish and will create such an adrenaline rush you will be hooked for life. Of course I am talking about top water fishing. I enjoy this type of fishing and truly enjoy this the most. I like to find the most intense and abundant amount of weeds or lily pads. What most fishermen will shy away from I will look at and smile. The lures I will use when I fish such a place or spot would be a salad spoon, a buzz bait, a hot feet rabbit, a six inch sluggo and a compact spinner bait.

Another type of fishing most of us will do is open water fishing around docks as well as fishing around wood and rocks. I am mainly speaking of fishing from a boat but walking the shoreline the same technique applies. When I first approach a dock I love to throw a tube or gonzo grub. These lures will imitate a crawfish. I will usually fish these on a ¼ ounce jig head. I also like to throw a black/blue four inch dinger wacky style. If you don’t know what wacky style is simply put the hook in the middle. I love to throw a spinner bail usually white anywhere and every time I fish. I really like to throw a wedge plus spinner bait and this will always have to willow blades on it. I am also going to share something with you that my tournament partner Frank would want me to keep quiet. Well for those who know me well that’s not going to happen. One of my favorite lures for trout has also become one of our favorites for bass as well. I am talking about the E.P.Spinn.

One of the biggest things to hit the market is the addition of fish attractants. Some scents are made of crawfish, shad and being Italian of course garlic is a big hit in my house. People will ask me all the time do they work? Yes!!! Some lures come with attractants in them and salt is added to most soft plastics so do you really need more? My answer is again yes. If you are a recreational fisherman or a tournament fisherman I would recommend trying Megastrike. This is a gel that you rub onto the lure you are fishing. Last year Frank and I came in second place in a tournament and we both feel this gel helped us cash a check for 2,600. So does it work, my wife thinks so.

These are some of the lures that I would recommend and are worth you giving them a shot. You can log onto these websites http://www.fishstanley.com.www.lunkercity.com.www.lurenit.com/. and http://www.megastrike.com/ to check out these lures as well as others. If you have any questions about these lures and how to use them you can always talk to your local tackle dealer such as the Fishing Factory or Uncle B’s Bait and Tackle. As always, Paul, Tony, Frank, Joey, and Jonathan wish you the best of luck and good fishing!


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Take Your Dad Fishing
Written by Paul Warducci

Last year I had the opportunity to take my father and his friend Frank Fishing. They were busy building my son a new house but I was able to convince them to take a day off. Believe me when I tell you, that was not easy to do. I talked them into spending the day on Candlewood Lake. Candlewood is the biggest lake in Connecticut and offers some of the best fishing. The boat was loaded with live bait and we were off for what I like to call an expedition. (For all my Winnie The Pooh Fans)

On the way to the lake I explained to them what we would be doing and how we would be fishing. I can honestly say it was the first time in five months they actually listened to what I was saying. Half way there my father started to talk about what they needed to finish tomorrow and it was then that I thought I might lose them. Anyway Dad, enough of that, back to talking about fishing. When we arrived at the lake I launched the boat and we were off. It was amazing that they both had a surprised look that I could actually do something by myself. You see I tried to help them with the building of our house and quickly became the drink guy. Paul the cooler needs ice and water. The first spot is one of my favorites and to any of our viewers you know the point I am talking about. We started catching fish right away and you could see the excitement in their faces. We were catching perch, smallmouth bass and large mouth ball. The spot was panning out once again. We were using shiners and alewives as bait. We were using a split shot about twelve inches above the hook and fishing on the bottom. If you would like to try lures these are some that I would recommend. I would try using a pudgie, a super spot, a wedge plus spinner bait and a dinger. When the action stopped we moved to another spot across from this one and caught fish right away. It was here that my father caught the biggest one of the day. It weighed around three pounds and put up an incredible fight. Everyone was catching fish and it was then that I realized how important this day would become and that I would remember this day the rest of my life. You see this was the first time my Dad spent the day fishing and on my boat. This was truly a special day for me.

If you have the time, take your Dad fishing. If you are unable to take him then do the next best thing and take a kid fishing. The day I spent with my Dad and Frank was very special to me. These two spent everyday for five months giving me and my wife peace of mind. For those of you who don’t know my son Jonathan is paralyzed, vent dependant and is fed through a stomach tube. He has a rare neurological disease called Transverse Myelitis. This year I plan on taking Jonathan fishing and doing a one hour show with my son and the other children in our family. To my father and Frank I say Thank You. I love you Dad.


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Home Country
Slim Randles
“This whole election process just doesn’t work for me,” Dud said, sipping his coffee. “There’s no way we can tell who is best for the job.”
Doc, being the senior member of the Mule Barn truck stop’s world dilemma think tank, looked kindly at Dud. “Well, haven’t you been reading what each guy stands for, Dud?”
Dud shrugged. “Sure. But I firmly believe they only tell you what you want to hear. They’re the best, and the other guy is going to take you straight to ruined aspirations.”
“Ruined aspirations?” piped up Steve, the cowboy with the owlish look of pure bowlegged intellectualism. “That’s why I’ve always thought we need a contest. A real contest. Have them put their aspirations where they’ll do the most good.”
“A contest?”
“Bull riding,” said Steve, nodding sagely. “Just put them on bulls and the first one to fall off loses.”
“But what does bull riding have to do with taxes and warfare and education and all that stuff?” asked Doc.
“Nothing at all,” said Steve, “but you can bet it will separate the serious candidates from the oh-what-the-heck guys.”
“I like what I’m hearing here,” said Dud, with a grin. “Only problem is, if they ride bulls, one of them might get killed.”
Steve grinned, “Simplifies the selection process, doesn’t it?”
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FROM CAR, TO BIKE, TO SCOOTER, TO WRITING BOOKS?
One man’s journey to freedom, leads to a road of happiness

Wallingford, Connecticut, August 18, 2008 With gas prices on the slow decline, Wallingford resident Michael J. Citak, who once gave up his car in exchange for a bicycle, is back on the road. "It was cost effective and Earth friendly," Michael said in regards to his bicycle, "but practical it was not," taking as long as twenty minutes to ride a mere six miles up hill.

So like other Americans making the switch to greener driving, Michael too saw the advantages of owning a Moped. "I’m loving it" Michael commented after his maiden voyage of motorized freedom, "with a 1.5 gallon tank, and at close to one hundred miles to a gallon, filling up at the pump now a days is as painless on the wallet as a fast food sandwich." When asked about long distance travel plans, Michael didn’t seem to worry. "You’d be surprised where back roads will take you, I’ve taken it as far as Bristol, twenty miles away. Granted it took over an hour to get there, but I left in plenty of time, the ride was enjoyable, and I got to see places I haven’t seen before." While maybe not for the long distance commuters, the 49cc engine packs a punch around town, and although it reaches top speeds of 45 miles an hour, the bike is still not allowed on limited access roads or highways. "I don’t mind being restricted to back roads" said Michael, "It’s the rain that bothers me, besides I’m free from having to carry insurance, and I no longer have a car payment, so as far as I’m concerned, every day I’m without a car, I’m able to take my extra money that I would be spending and make better use of it."

And, Michael is doing just that. Taking his love of writing and illustrating, Michael has used his free time while looking for a job in town to create Children’s books, and is self publishing them with the help from Lulu.com. Lulu eliminates traditional entry barriers to publishing, and enables content creators and owners – authors and educators, videographers and musicians, businesses and nonprofits, professionals and amateurs – to bring their work directly to their audience.

Michael’s new book entitled The Adventures of Leo- And the Curse of the Dreaded Doors is a fictional story about his kitten Leo, and his quest to escape the house. Filled with colorful pictures featuring real pictures of Leo himself, The Adventures of Leo series is primed to be a hit with girls and especially boys in grades kindergarten to sixth grade. Each new book will be a continuation of the next and will introduce new words and ideas, while encouraging the child’s imagination and moral understanding of key ideas and concepts. "I’ve never been happier" said Michael. "I’ve always had an active imagination, now I’m just using it to create happiness for kids, and giving them the tools to excel!"

For more information on Michael J. Citak or if you would like to arrange an interview with Michael, please call 203.824-0558, or email mikecitak@yahoo.com


True Treasures
By Diana Lewis
Chapter 4
Elizabeth rode with Jonathan all day so she didn’t have to confront anyone. Jonathan didn’t push her to talk. He knew she would when she was ready, but he knew something was bothering her. That night she pulled herself away when Emily was telling the children her stories. She did not want to hear them. She went to where Jonathan was working on a broken harness.
"Are you alright?" he asked.
"Yeah, I’m fine. Why do you ask?"
"You’ve been awful quiet all day. It’s not really like you."
"I guess I’m just tired, like everyone else." she answered.
"I know there’s something on your mind."
"It’s that obvious?"
"I know you, Beth and I know when there’s something on your mind.. Want to talk about it?"
"Not really. It would be so silly."
"It can’t be that silly if you are so upset about it."
"It’s just a dream that’s all."
"It must have been a good one to bother you so much. Why don’t you tell me about it?"
"Well, there was this man He wasn’t that great looking but he was holding the hand of our son, and He asked me if I would repent from my sins and come clean before Him. That’s when I woke up."
"Well, that’s interesting. What do you think of it?"
"I really don’t know." She walked around the tree that was beside them. "I really don’t know what to think of it, but it bothers me though."
"I don’t know either. Maybe Matt and Emily could give you some ideas on what it means."
"I really don’t want to tell them about it."
"I see, but Honey, I don’t know what to make of it."
"Let’s not say anything to anyone for a while, okay?"
"If that’s what you want, Honey. But please don’t let it bother you so much. I don’t who this man you saw was with our son, but I don’t think it’s anything to worry about."
"I’ll try not to," she answered trying to smile, but it was only a half smile and Jonathan knew it so he took her into his arms. They walked back to the wagon together and he kissed her goodnight and she went in the wagon and got things ready for the next morning and got ready for bed. Emily felt that Elizabeth didn’t want to talk so she kept quiet while she got ready for bed as well. She prayed for Elizabeth in her nightly prayers.
The next morning Elizabeth felt a little better and she walked with Emily part of the morning. They talked about the children and their antics as they walked. About mid morning, they started collecting wood for the noon fires for the nooning stop. When they stopped, Emily and Elizabeth fixed the noon meal for the men and the children. It seemed like the noon meal was short, and they were on the trail again. Elizabeth was finally feeling better without the aches and pains that she started out with the first few days.
When they were on the trail about a month, some of the children started coming down with fevers again. About four families were affected, the Smiths, the Westports, the Ingeles, and the Griswalds. Each had at least one child ill. Emily and Elizabeth went to help with the other children. The Smiths had six children, the Westports had four, the Ingeles had ten, and Griswalds had six. The mothers tended to the ill and Emily and Elizabeth helped with the others. Emily got all the children together at night and told them Bible Stories. Some evenings Elizabeth listened and others she sought out Jonathan and Jake and spent time with them. The dream didn’t seem to bother her too much anymore. Some of the other children started coming down with the fever as well and soon there were so many that wagon master reluctantly stopped the train for a few days, He seemed very angry about it but he saw that they couldn’t move anymore until this fever was tended to.
Emily and Elizabeth, and other mothers came to help as much as they could. Since Emily had gotten all the children together for nightly Bible stories, the other mothers had time to help with the sick so the mothers could get some rest.
During this epidemic they lost six more children and one adult, Jedadiah Smith. Mary Ellen, his wife, was beside herself. She was a sweet, quiet woman that everyone loved. Elizabeth went over to console her. She had six children and she didn’t know what she was going to do.
"Your son, Samuel is old enough to drive the wagon. Go on to St Louis and decide what you want to do there," suggested Elizabeth.
"You’re right, I need to look forward and look after my children. They’ll need more now that their father is gone." answered Mary Ellen. "Thank you, Elizabeth. You are a good friend."
"If there is anything I can do to help, just let me know."
"I will, and thank you again." Elizabeth walked back to her wagon. Emily had just finished getting supper ready and was feeding the children.
"How is Mrs. Smith doing?" asked Jake.
"She’s doing fine. It’s going to be hard on her for a while but I think she will be okay. Her son, Samuel is going to drive the wagon for her. They’ll go to St Louis and decide what to do from there.” said Elizabeth.
"Well, I’ll just go over and see what I can do to help," said Jake smiling a sly smile.
"Why don’t you eat first," suggested Jonathan.
"Good idea. I am famished." He went over and got himself a plate of stew and sat down to eat it. Elizabeth went to get their plates and they sat down to eat.
The next day it rained but they kept driving. It rained the following day too and the third day. The third day they drove a couple miles and the horses and mules were having a hard time driving through the mud, so the wagon master halted them for the day. He was quite agitated because they were already six weeks behind schedule because of the illnesses and now another delay. It rained four more days. When the sun finally came out everyone was delighted to see the sun. They still sat for at least five days so that the road would dry out so they could travel.
On traveling day they only drove about twenty miles and they came to a big river. They formed their usual circle for the night. After supper, Jonathan was walking around and he saw the wagon master over looking at the river. He went over to him.
"Is anything wrong?" he asked.
"Yes, it’s another delay. From all the rain we’ve had, the river is too high to cross. "We will have to wait for the waters to lower before we can go on." answered the wagon master. He was clearly agitated as he walked away. Jonathan walked back to the wagon.
"We will be staying put for a few days. The river waters are too high for us to cross," Jonathan announced.
"I’ll bet Mr. Jameson isn’t too happy about that." said Jake. "We are already behind schedule."
"No, he’s quite agitated." answered Jonathan. Jake finished eating his supper and headed over to the Smith wagon. One of the harnesses was worn and he wanted to show Samuel how to mend it, since he wasn’t very good at it, and spend time with Mary and the other children.
Emily got the children together as usual for their Bible Stories. Elizabeth was listening as she washed the dishes. One of the children had asked a question about some of the children who had died. Where do they go?
"They go to be with Jesus in heaven," Emily answered. She looked at Elizabeth and smiled. Elizabeth looked away. Emily knew that she was uncomfortable with this kind of talk. "And you can go to heaven too."
"How?" asked one of the children.
"By asking Jesus into your heart as your Savior."
"Can I do that?" asked Nettie Jones.
"Yes, you can." Some of the other children asked if they could, and Emily led them in a pray that they all repeated if they wanted too. Some did and some didn’t.
Elizabeth started thinking about what Emily said. Could this be true? Could her son actually be in heaven with this Jesus? Could this be part of the meaning of her dream? She went to find Jonathan. She found him on the other side of the wagon mending a worn harness.
"Hi Beth<" he said cheerfully. "Could my dream mean that Jonathan is in heaven with Jesus? Could that man have been Jesus?" asked Elizabeth, almost out of breath. "I don’t know," he answered. "Let’s go talk to Matthew and see what he says." and they walked to the other side of the wagon. Emily was just dismissing the children and went to get some coffee and walked to her husband’s side. She handed him his cup. "Would you like some coffee?" she asked. "Sounds like a good idea," answered Jonathan. Emily and Elizabeth went to get the coffee. She handed Jonathan his cup and they all sat down on the ground by the wagon. Jonathan explained to Matthew and Emily about the dream that Elizabeth had a few weeks before. He asked Matthew if it meant that their son was in heaven with Jesus. "Yes," said Matthew, "But the fact that He asked her about her sins is another." "How do we ask Him for forgive us our sin?" asked Elizabeth quietly. "You pray and ask Him to forgive you" "We’ve never prayed before," answered Jonathan. "Are you both ready for this? Are you willing to give up your old life and start life anew with Jesus?" asked Matthew. "Yes," they both answered together. "Okay, I’ll pray with you. You can pray after me." "Do get on our knees or something?" asked Jonathan. "We can, but we don’t have to." answered Matthew. "Let’s just join hands," suggested Emily. They joined hands and they repeated after Matthew a short sincere prayer. When they were finished, Emily gave Elizabeth a hug. "Welcome to the family of God," she whispered during their hug. "Thank you," whispered Elizabeth. Matthew shook hands with Matthew. "Well it’s getting late," said Matthew. "Maybe we should call it a night. And tomorrow we can have Bible Study together if you’d like." "Sure, that sounds good," answered Jonathan. Elizabeth smiled and kissed her husband good night and Emily did the same. The next morning since they weren’t going anywhere, Emily and Elizabeth asked the men to bring them some water from the river so they could do the laundry. The men did as they were asked and the women spent the morning doing laundry for their families. They were stopped for five days before the water was low enough to travel. The morning they were to travel again, it started raining again. The train master was really agitated then because it rained for another three days and it brought the water up on the river again. They were stopped another five days. Jonathan, Elizabeth, Emily and Matthew formed their own Bible Study on Sunday afternoons. Some of the other adults joined them. One Sunday afternoon when they were together for their weekly Bible Study, Jonathan said, "I think I have found out true treasure. It is the Lord Jesus Christ in our lives." "Yes," said Elizabeth, "This is our true treasure."