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In These Otsego Hills: We're back from Michigan ...
Unfortunately, we once again find ourselves stuck in a time warp. When we look at the calendar, we realize that Labor Day is fast approaching. Yet, we seem to be operating under the misconception that it is still early July due in large part to the fact that we spent the almost five weeks from July 15 to August 17 in Grand Rapids, Michigan. We feel the summer has sailed by and we, unfortunately, have not kept pace.
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In These Otsego Hills: 1984 comes to a close ... finally
As we continue traipsing through 1984, we realize that even though we were supposed to be covering the comings and goings of Cooperstown, we actually were able, even then, to touch on a number of pressing community, as well as personal, issues. Of course, much to the relief of the powers that were at CCS, the school was not among them. The he-we ran for the school board in 1984 and was elected. Thus the school was deemed off limits by the powers that were at the paper. But we discovered there was still a wide range of issues upon which we could write.
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In These Otsego Hills: Continuing our 1984 musings
Now that we have undertaken the beginnings of this column, we fear we find ourselves unable to stop our review of the early writings. In fact, we seem to be completely addicted to the project. And thus, we will continue to explore the very foundations on which this column has been built.
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In These Otsego Hills: In the beginning
Our remembering Jerry in last week’s column has now lead us to muse about our early days of writing a weekly newspaper column.
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In These Otsego Hills: Remembering Jerry ...
Difficult as it is to believe, we have been a widow for eleven years this week. And yet it seems as if our late husband Jerry just died yesterday. The memory of it remains most vivid in our mind. We suppose there is much that we don’t remember about July 20, 1999. But we do remember just how much that day changed our life forever. We lost not only our spouse of 28 years, but also our best friend.
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In These Otsego Hills: Travels with The Widge...
We have decided that the role of grandmother is quite to our liking. As we have been told any number of times, as a grandparent it is perfectly acceptable to hold, play with and fawn over the grandchild until such time as said grandchild becomes fussy. And then, and this is the best part, it is completely within the purview of the grandparent to return the fussy grandchild to the parents. We love it.
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In These Otsego Hills: Travels around town ...
Once again this year we had the pleasure of watching the Fourth of July fireworks from the peace and comfort of Grace Welsh’s front porch, which is located just past the Clark Sports Center towards Bowerstown. Needless to say, many people question our judgment as to our choice of location from which to view the fireworks.
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In These Otsego Hills: The road less taken
A while ago now while motoring up Prospect Place on our way to Nelson Avenue, our front seat passenger mentioned that a mutual friend always referred to Prospect Place as Pig Alley although no one knew why.
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In These Otsego Hills: Defining ourselves beyond baseball ...
Over the years we have tended to try and keep track of what has been written about our fair community in an attempt to understand what exactly strikes others about Cooperstown. Sometimes we feel the nail has been hit squarely on the head. Others times we think the writer has missed by a mile.
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In These Otsego Hills: Staying involved and doing well...
We have found the events of the past week have been such that we are quite tempted to rerun some former column instead of writing a new one, hoping against hope that no one notices. To say that the creative muses are burned out is perhaps an understatement. In fact, we fear that we may be reduced to talking about the weather.
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In These Otsego Hills: We're back from Michigan ...
