I know it’s hard to believe
by looking at me now,
but I was once a shy, bookish,
unathletic child. And
by ``hard to believe,’’ I mean
``it’s hard to believe things
could have been any other
way.’’
It wasn’t easy, especially
in school, where physical
and athletic prowess went
much farther in determining
social status than the
fact that you had read every
one of the ``Chronicles
of Narnia,’’ back-to-back
over the course of only 10
weeks. Somehow, that little
accomplishment didn’t hold
much sway in a game of
dodge ball or Red Rover.
You never heard: ``Watch
out for Elizabeth. Get close
to her on the field, and
she’ll open up a can of Judeo-
Christian hero archetypes...’’
Even teachers could be
guilty of favoring students
whose athletic skills outshone
their academic dedication.
Perhaps the schools I attended
in Virginia and
Florida were unique in that
regard; I’m sure that kind
of favoritism never happens
here.
My school life — and my
opinion of school in general
— were saved by a few
teachers who valued and
nurtured my love of words
and creative expression.
In fifth grade, my teacher,
Ms. Phetteplace, assigned
the class an exercise
in writing a descriptive
paragraph.
I can’t recall exactly
what I described, but I will
never forget the praise she
wrote in the top margin after
grading it. ``Very creative!
You are an excellent
writer!’’
It’s not an understatement
to say that her encouragement
changed my
life.
Many creative types can
tell similar stories.
My friend Jeannine, who
writes a beautiful column
for another local paper,
shared this story with me:
It was the first day of
eleventh grade. We had a
new English teacher. I
loved English. I loved writing.
Nothing was more exciting
than pouring over a
thesaurus, replacing all the
common words of my compositions
with words that
were big and flowery and
impressive. It was technique
that had earned me
many a ``A’’.
With great flourish, I
tackled my first writing assignment
for this new
teacher. He handed it back
with no grade, just a brief,
typed note. ``I don’t want to
read this. I want to hear
your voice.’’ That moment
forever changed my writing.
I stopped hiding myself
with words. We all have our
own, ever evolving voices.
Writing gives that voice a
song.
It doesn’t have to happen
in the classroom. Creativity
can and should be
nurtured and explored anywhere.
Human beings are,
by nature, creative creatures.
We use our creativity
in all aspects of our lives
from solving complicated
problems to building relationships.
Most children
won’t grow up to join the
ranks of professional artists,
writers, singers or
dancers. But the creative
muscles you develop
through those endeavors
will serve you well no matter
where life takes you.
Sadly, a lot of children
live with a deficit of creative outlets.
Where children used to
play with blocks and dolls
and trucks (the building
blocks of creating your own
stories and plots), they now
play with games and toys
that demand as much personal
creativity as manning
your terminal on the factory
line or operating a cash
register. It’s a shame that
the economy in this country
is shifting away from those
factory jobs to jobs where
creativity is key.
Like I said, creativity
can be nurtured in any
number of ways and settings.
One place where creativity
will be kind this summer
is in a series of workshops
in Cooperstown. I’m
very honored to be part of
this project. Along with
professional graphic designer
Susan Strandberg
and fellow writer Jeannine
Bohler, I will be teaching
classes for children in elementary
and middle school.
We’ll be writing our own
fairy tales and memoirs.
We’ll be creating unique
designs inspired by nature.
We’ll learn to write like
food critics and travel writers.
If you want to know
more, join us for a pre-registration
Open House from
5 to 7 p.m. Tuesday, June
23, in the studio of Cooperstown
Performing Arts, on
the third floor of the Key
Bank Building.
If you can’t make it to
the open house, but you’re
interested in learning more,
e-mail me at
villagewordsmith@gmail.
com.
Elizabeth Trever Buchinger
is a shameless promoter
for creativity. You
can connect with her at
www.moremindfulfamily.wordpress.com
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This Wonderful Life: Creative skills reap benefits beyond the arts
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Sacket's Harbor, near the beginning of the St. Lawrence River from Lake Ontario, was the principal American naval base on Lake Ontario during the War of 1812.
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Once again, hope springs eternal ...
We are happy to report that although Mother Nature did her best to thwart the annual Upper Pioneer Street Block Party, she was not successful.
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Local performs costumed recitations of Casey at the Bat
Since 1996, I have had the privilege of doing costumed recitations of Casey at the Bat as part of my job at the Baseball Hall of Fame. I’ve performed the poem an estimated 2,000 times in 22 states, at ballparks, conferences, classrooms, Hall of Fame Induction ceremonies, weddings and other events.
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E-readers come in handy when traveling
I recently took a trip to California and it was the perfect time to make use of my e-reader. While I'm still devoted to actual books, I must admit that traveling with a thin, lightweight computerized device beats dragging along one or two bulky hard copy titles. The only issue is finding the right e-books to take on the airplane
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Local Voices From Around the Globe: Arriving at the last bend in the River
The month of May is the height of the summer in India, a time best spent indoors with a good book and a sliced mango for company.
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Cooperstown election and law
On Tuesday the 18th inst. [May], the following persons were elected officers for this village for the ensuing year: --
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Local Voices From Around the Globe: Exchange has taught me to love my flaws
Hello from Germany! I'm currently on my second Euro Tour visiting and exploring most of Europe.
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Passing along advice of seeing the humor
The best advice given to me many years ago when I started teaching had nothing to do with my discipline, English. Rather, a former mentor insisted on the necessity of having a sense of humor
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The week that was ...
For a number of years now, we have not been in Cooperstown for the spring season. And we must admit that we had quite forgotten what it is like. But since we decided that travel was not on the docket for this year, we have become reacquainted with the Cooperstown spring. And we must say we rather enjoyed it with the possible exception of occasional uncalled for snow and seemingly frigid temperatures.
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Local Voices From Around the Globe: Mother's visit was a benchmark for this year
Last week, my mother made the 25-hour plane trip out to Thailand to visit her son, me, after nine months of having only choppy Skype sessions and scattered emails to give her an idea of what I look and act like since having left home last August.
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Local Voices From Around the Globe: World traveler calls Euro-Tour experience of a lifetime
While I've had a great time throughout my entire exchange, I can say hands down that the month of April brought me the best memories of my exchange if not some of the best of my entire life. What kind of wonder would bring me to say this? Simple. Euro-Tour.
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Maryland port attacked
Havre de Grace, May 3. "This morning, a little after the break of day, a British armed force, under cover of armed vessels which anchored in front of this town ... landed below a small breast work which had been roughly thrown up, and in which were one 9 and two 4 pounders, manned by 50 militia.
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Memoir reflects on 'roller-coaster life and career'
Apparently, the third time wasn't the charm. The way Reynolds described him, the third husband was worse than the first two combined and that's saying a lot. Eddie Fisher literally walked away from Reynolds and their two infant children to chase a sex goddess. At least he got his just desserts when Elizabeth Taylor tossed him aside for Richard Burton.
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Imagine what might have been ...
A while back we got a telephone call from a reader of this column wanting to know why we had not written a column in support of Otsego Manor continuing to be owned and operated by Otsego County. And even though we have followed the debate over this issue in the newspaper, we readily admitted we did not feel we knew enough about the situation to take a stand.
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Herpes virus brings harness racing to a halt
I've been going to harness horse race tracks my entire life. My family has been in the business for years.
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Time, if not traffic, moves on ...
It is with sadness we note the passing of two people who we have known since moving to Cooperstown in 1982.
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Canadian capital captured
Dear Sir, I have just returned from Fort Niagara, where I saw a Captain of the United States' navy. He is just from little York, the capital of Upper Canada, and gives the following account, which is confirmed in official dispatches from Gen. Dearborn to Gen. Lewis ...
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Local Voices From Around The Globe: Exchange is like a life in a year
All exchange students realize the credibility of this statement. Like all lives no exchange is the same, all are incredible unique exchanges. The metaphor of life, from baby to old age, extends to every part of the exchange.
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Movie depicting legendary Jackie Robinson does not disappoint
Going to the movies is not something I do often. I can count the number of times I have gone on my fingers, unless you include trips to the drive-in. And even so, it took me years before I made it to one of those -- going for the first time two summers ago.
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'Dubious' about weather, Hawkeyes 'suitable' nickname
Unfortunately, it seems to us that this spring has, thus far, been anything but spring like. In fact, we are still more than happy to stay bundled up in our polar fleece.
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Attack on Sacket's Harbor

