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PASSAGES

Harold Wilson

Text selections by Vermont Views

Given a fair wind, we will negotiate our way into the Common Market, head held high, not crawling in. Negotiations? Yes. Unconditional acceptance of whatever terms are offered us? No.

The ambition of the present Labour government is that every worker in the country will have a greater than average income.

"The main essentials of a successful prime minister are sleep and a sense of history."

"A week is a long time in politics."

"One man's wage increase is another man's price increase."

"The monarchy is a labor intensive industry."

"I'm at my best in a messy, middle-of-the-road muddle."

"I'm an optimist, but an optimist who carries a raincoat."

"Whichever party is in office, the Treasury is in power."

"Everybody should have an equal chance - but they shouldn't have a flying start."

The labour party is like a stage-coach. If you rattle along at great speed everybody inside is too exhilarated or too seasick to cause any trouble. But if you stop everybody gets out and argues about where to go next.

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The Animal One Thousand Miles Long: Seven Lengths of Vermont and Other Adventures.

Leath Tonino,  Trinity University Press, 2018.

Reviewed by Laura Stevenson

Debut collection of essays from a young writer celebrating Vermont

The animal in the title is a creature Aristotle invented in The Poetics (7B) to demonstrate that an observer of a gigantic object could see only its parts, and thus lost perception of its "unity and wholeness." Tonino implicitly compares Vermont to this animal; his twenty essays, collected from periodicals published between 2011 and 2017, portray his adventures and observations in all parts of the state. Together, they also portray his impossible yearning to experience the whole by feeling "the infinite invitation that is the terrain of home."

Young and vigorous, Tonino is an enthusiastic adventurer. "Seven Lengths of Vermont," for example, opens with his vow, upon returning from several years "bumming around the West," to rediscover his native Vermont by touring it in seven different ways in the course of a year. The reader (presumably ensconced on a sofa) then becomes his vicarious companion as he hikes the length of the Long Trail, hitch-hikes around the state in over thirty rides; completes a three-week, 300-mile ski trek along the Catamount Trail; bikes through the state in a tour of some 500 miles; paddles 260 miles in a canoe trek along the Connecticut River; swims, in ten days, the length of Lake Champlain; and finally, climbs into a friend's small plane for a two-hour “vast and fast” flyover of the whole state. At the end of the year, Tonino has experienced parts of Vermont from many angles and at many different speeds in an attempt to understand the whole.

There are more parts, of course, and more ways to investigate them. In "The Smiles are Huge" Tonino goes jack-jumping, a winter sport practiced only in Vermont. Other portraits of his cold and exhausting winter adventures (biathlons, New Year's Day kayaking, sled-packing) prove that Vermont offers winter opportunities far beyond commercial skiing. Mingled with Tonino's delightfully ironic portrayals of his adventures are interesting considerations of Vermont's present wilderness (its official Wilderness areas) and its unofficial wildness, thousands of acres of trees that are the result of ecological collapse and subsequent regeneration. Between 1791 and the War of 1812, Tonino says, Vermont had the fastest growing population of any state in the union; a half-century later, its population had declined 40%. Why?

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Read the full review and other reviewed titles in this column.

The Devil in the Valley — Castle Freeman, Jr.

Vermont Exit Ramps II — Neil Shepard and Anthony Reczek

Half Wild: Stories — Robin MacArthur

A Refugee's Journey: A Memoir — Walter Hess

Vermont Non-GMO Cookbook — Tracey Medeiros

Robin MacArthur, Heart Spring Mountain.

Jackson Ellis, Lords of St. Thomas

Chris Bohjalian, The Flight Attendant

Beth Kanell, The Long Shadow

Kimberly Harrington, Amateur Hour: Motherhood in Essays and Swear Words

Jessie Haas, Rescue

Toni Ortner, Writing Shiva

Tony Weldon, Drunk in the Woods

Aesop Lake, Sarah Ward

The Animal One Thousand Miles Long: Seven Lengths of Vermont and Other Adventures. Leath Tonino

SHORTS

Hello Mary Jane

Vermont Views

STATISTIC: The July 2019 Gallup survey found that the likelihood to smoke marijuana varies significantly by gender, age, and political ideology. Men (15%) are more likely to smoke marijuana than women (9%). At 22%, 18- to 29-year-olds are the most likely age group to smoke marijuana -- about twice as likely as those between the ages of 30 and 64, and seven times as likely as adults older than 65.Liberals (24%) are six times more likely to smoke marijuana than conservatives (4%), and twice as likely as moderates (12%).

The Marijuana Opportunity Reinvestment and Expungement Act that would federally decriminalize marijuana passed the House Judiciary Committee in November 2019, but, with that bill yet to make it to the House floor and facing an uncertain future in the Senate, the use of marijuana remains illegal under federal law. Meanwhile, 33 states have legalized marijuana in some way for adults -- whether for medicinal or recreational use; however, only one of those states, Florida, is in the South, which is reflected in that region's lower rate of marijuana users.

Between 13% and 16% of adults across the East, Midwest and West smoke marijuana, versus 7% in the South.

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ARCHETYPAL HIPPIE SPEAKS

Flashback

Jeri Rose

The man in the film was speaking of his father’s suicide and suddenly I am recalling the television room in my parent’s home. They sat in two large chairs at the back of the room that had been made by closing in the front porch of a typical old home of that area built in the late 1700’s. The TV was on the opposite wall of that narrow room that was probably fifteen feet long and eight feet wide. The room had been accessed from the old living room by an arched opening in its middle and my chair was right there in the doorway. When the channel needed to be changed, I was the remote in a time when there was no such thing.

I remember that I would be told to fetch slippers or coffee, the newspaper or glasses if such had been left in another room. And then there was the order to get my father’s belt when something I had said was deemed worthy of physical violence being enacted on my skin.

I do not know what about this story’s recital of a fictional suicide brought me to recall those many incidents of terror. In fact, I can not recall any reason that caused me to be so summoned to bear the instrument of my torture like Jesus who had to carry his own cross. I do know that often the cause was something that was labeled my “tone of voice” and to this day anyone tells me they don’t like how my yawp effects them will get only an ire that they have no idea they have evoked. I was not angry when they heard whatever it was that they interpreted as negativity in the sound of my saying. They don’t even get to know how absolutely furious their assumption of some feeling that my expression raises in them actually now resides in me.

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Jesi’s stone

Charles Monette

General Malaise.  No, not an officer Napoleon deployed at Waterloo…  rather, just a feeling.   A vague feeling of physical discomfort… uneasiness.  It washed over me as I entered the eastern trailhead of Black Mountain on a sleepy Sunday morning in July.  An existential lethargy grabbed me.  It permeated the entire forest from pine needle covered floor to the apex of the canopy.

I had left for the mountain midst the clarion call of St. Michael’s Catholic Church’s bells ringing on high.  Summoning the faithful to Mass. 

My spiritual home is on Black Mountain among Vermont’s verdant green.

Legs, heavy, wearisome, slowly began to propel me up the trail.  July’s hot warning would arrive later in the day.   Feeling a little achy as well, I thought of turning back. Then told myself it would get better… and it did.  Besides, I was on a mission this morning.  Not quite a Blues Brother’s duty in scope, but I thought it was important… a good thing to do.  To honor!

Some years ago, 6 years this coming September 11th, I went to a celebration of the life of a young girl, aged 16, whom I’d never met.  She lived in Lexington, Mass.  We had a connection for 4 years, a connection borne of sent books, a sand dollar, group email updates from her mom, and the playing of her song choices on a community radio show. 

I had been subbing for Eugene Uman’s two-hour jazz show.   Each week, her twin sister would send me the playlist of Jesi’s choices.  So, the first hour of the show became the Jesi hour!  Her songs rang out from Brattleboro Community radio, WVEW 107.7 FM, all the way to Children’s Hospital in Boston.  During the 2nd hour I played Nina Simone, Miles Davis, Billie Holiday… you know, all that jazz.

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Transforming Us

A tribute to John Lewis

Elizabeth Hill

~Baby Chick~

Peck, peck, peck

On the warm brown egg.

Out comes a neck

Out comes a leg.

How does a chick

Whose not been about,

Discover the trick

Of how to get out?

~Aileen Fisher

A friend told me that farmers know not to help baby chicks in their hatching process. It seems that outside intervening can be dangerous for the chick. Though some chicks struggle for several days to emerge from their egg shell, if a person tries to help by taking off pieces of the shell, the chick will often die. Apparently, it is essential that each chick does the hard work of hatching by itself.

Over the last few months, all humans have been stopped in our tracks and confined—not unlike the incubating chicks inside their eggs—to our homes by a deadly pandemic. Many people have not only lost friends and love-ones to COVID19, and were not even able to say goodbye in person, or to honor them with funerals. Even now, as some states are gradually opening up, many continue to experience anxiety at the very least while others suffer from full-blown PTSD.

America itself is in chaos—politically, financially, psychologically, and spiritually—while unbridled and enabled-from-the-top racism and violence rear their ugly heads for all to see. 

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#5•Soup Kitchen + Taboo Inquiry•

A shut-down column for the Plague Year 2020.                    

Tuesday our kitchen coordinator ‘Fast Ruthie’ told me at 6:30am that we had completely ‘sold out’ of food on the previous Friday. This meant more than 225 meals ‘sold’.

A few hours later I had made 200 pork chops with onions and lemon pepper, and she 4 or 5 turkey breasts, plus chile for 150.

That might do it, we thought. But we’ll see.

Meanwhile a friend from England offered us a cruise on his 51 foot boat [illus.], maybe up the West Coast of Scotland? My wife had half a bag packed and was most ways out the door before we realized that it was not going to happen for a few years. Pity. Nice teak interior too — ocean-going.

The Taboo Inquiry is about the lack of media questions of who is causing the current resurgence of the virus in Vermont. After reading a not-explicit but wink-wink article by the town of Cavendish, plus other material from such places as Manchester Vermont, or Greenwich North as some say, I think it is clear who is responsible, or better said, irresponsible. The law says there is mandatory isolation, but the governor says there is no means to enforce it and it operates on an honor system. Ho-hum.

And just yesterday on our quiet road in Brattleboro replete with “Resident Traffic Only” signs, there has been 1 New Jersey, 2 New Yorker, pretty nice SUVs cruising through replete with towed boat. They intend making an illegal left turn onto route 30, and are saving minutes. Ho-Hum.

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Pandemic Journal

An Introduction to the

Graphic Journal Slide Show

Linda Rubinstein

For many, a journal is a private place. Perhaps you can recall that the leatherette-covered diaries we kept as children came with lock and key. It was as close to a mental “room of one’s own” that we  could muster at ten or twelve years of age. It was where we recorded our pain and plans, our crushes and hopes, and our observations.. But a child I no longer am.

What drives my decades old practice of keeping word-and-image journals? I began in the late 1970’s during a four month stay in Pamplona, Spain. I needed an outlet for the challenges of living in another culture so I bought a sketch book and began to draw. Once this creative pathway opened, images started pouring out. That early work was all personal, done for me. I came home to find a new genre had surfaced—Artist Books—my muse had found her home. And so, starting with the comfort of the personal, I began the Pandemic Journal.

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WATER’S EDGE

The Ugly Iris

Nicola Metcalf

There is a neglected shade garden on the northern side of my house, full of crowded day lilies, bunches of iris, and a few stunted, light deprived peonies. I am planning to give it a makeover along with much of the rest of my outdoor space.  Like many of us living in the time of Covid19, I am focused on beautifying my yard and home.  

In the shade garden, I will thin out the tenacious day lilies. The peonies will be moved, very carefully, to an area with more sun. I will rearrange the Siberian iris, extroverted bolts of flashy purple that I have always loved and admired. There is also another variety of iris growing there that I have decidedly not loved. It has muted maroon and pale yellow shades that look dirty or dusty to me. In fact, I used to call them the Ugly Iris. My ex-husband and I would argue about this variety when we shared a yard where he reigned as self-taught master gardener. Now that I am head gardener, I had planned to dig them out and toss them on the burn pile. Off-with-their-heads! was my attitude. 

This year I waited for the ugly iris to bloom to remind me where they are planted. I had the mistaken belief that cutting blossoms weakens the plant, but figuring they would soon be gone that didn’t matter. I might as well enjoy a vase of flowers even if their colors didn’t thrill me. The moment I placed them on my table, however, our relationship changed. I got to view them separate from their flashy neighbors and study their subtle colorings. Three pale mauve petals on each flower reached upward together in a triad, as if standing around having a conversation or holding hands in a circle dance. The delicate pollen fuzz of yellow signals folded downward between the petals, an invitational carpet for insects seeking nectar to land on. Understated gradations of plum and magenta flowed in veins traveling down the foils.

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A July 4th Address on Freedom In America

Rob Mitchell — Murfreesboro,Tennessee

  No idea is more fundamental to Americans' sense of themselves as individuals and as a nation than Freedom. The central term in our political vocabulary, Freedom or Liberty, is deeply embedded in the documentary record of our history and the language of everyday life. The Declaration of Independence lists liberty among mankind's inalienable rights; the Constitution announces as its purpose to secure ‘Liberty's Blessings’. The United States fought the Civil War to bring about a new birth of Freedom, World War II for Freedom from fascist genocide, the Cold War to defend the Free World.

Americans' love of freedom has been represented by liberty poles, caps, and statues, and acted out throughout history by the burning of stamps and burning draft cards. The quest for Freedom by running away from slavery, and demonstrating for the right to vote. The idea of “Freedom” occupies a more prominent place in public and private discourse in the United States than elsewhere in the world. The ubiquitous American excuse invoked by disobedient children and assertive adults “it’s a free country” is not familiar in other societies. Every man in the street, white, black, red or yellow knows that this is 'the land of the free' and the ‘cradle of liberty.'

Perhaps because of its very ubiquity the history of Freedom is a tale of debates, disagreements, and struggles rather than a set of timeless categories or an evolutionary narrative toward a preordained goal. And the meaning of Freedom has been constructed not only in congressional debates and political treatises, but on plantations and picket lines and in city streets and college campuses. If the pursuit of freedom has been a battleground throughout our history, so too has been the definition of those entitled to enjoy its blessings.

The United States, founded on the premise that Liberty is an entitlement of all humanity, undeniably deprived many of its own people of freedom. It has been through battles at the boundaries, the efforts of racial minorities, women, workers, and other groups to secure freedom, as they understood it, that the meaning of freedom has been both deepened and transformed. The concept extends now into realms for which it was not originally intended. Time and again in our history, the definition of Freedom has been transformed by the demands of excluded groups for inclusion. 

  The glorification of Freedom as the essential characteristic of American life opened the door for others to seize on the language of Freedom for their own purposes. Most striking was the civil rights movement, with its freedom rides, freedom schools, freedom marches, and the insistent cry “freedom now”.

When Martin Luther King, Jr. ended his great oration on the steps of the Lincoln Memorial with the words, “free at last, free at last thank God almighty, I’m free at last,” he was not referring to getting the government off his back or paying low taxes. Freedom for blacks meant empowerment, equality, recognition as a group and as individuals. Most white Americans believe that Freedom is something they possess, and that some outside force is trying to take away. Most African-Americans view Freedom not as a possession to be defended, but as a goal yet to be achieved.

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WRITE WALK

Life is Uncomfortable

Susan Cruickshank

I know it may be obvious to most, but it has taken me a good chunk of my life to realize that practically all of human experience is in the tension of discomfort. Even when you are doing something that you love, pure pleasure is fleeting. 

I wish I had known this at twenty.

So much of my experience was more typical than I had thought it was. How many times did I think I was ‘doing it wrong,’ or there was ‘something wrong with ME,’ just because there was struggle involved and the road to get there, wherever “there” was, was filled with challenge and hard work.

I knew the lexicon’s meaning of ‘hard work’ but never made the leap to applying it in real-time. There was a complete disconnect between the words and what their implications would actually look like, feel like, in my day-to-day experience. Hold-ups and unforeseen problems made me anxious and often truly scared.

I don’t think I’m alone.

I think a lot of people, most I would say, think life should be much easier than it is, and by expecting it to be, this wrong thought makes life even harder. How much unnecessary grief and angst do we add to the work that is already challenging because we are fearful of ANY sort of discomfort and delay?

I don’t know how I learned it to be true, but for me, it absolutely was so, that discomfort and inconvenience were legitimate red flags that were warning me that something was wrong. I wasted so much time. So much time fearful of a paper tiger of misinformation.

My Eureka moment that I want to share with those who may be as misguided as I once was is this:

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OLD LADY BLOG

Swimmer

Toni Ortner

It was a moonless night, and I stood on the loading dock near the Brooklyn Bridge, and watched the lights of New York wink on and off on the opposite side of the river.  I wore a one piece spandex black bathing suit. The voice on the loud speaker was giving directions.

One box of chocolate per 10 swimmers must be divided evenly.  No cameras cell phones or electronic devices are permitted.  Swimmers must pass Riker’s Island. The currents around the island are vicious. Prisoners who escape and attempt to swim across the river to the city drown. This is an emergency. You know the risks. If you swim mate drowns, keep swimming. Those who are unable to sign the consent form and agree to this stipulation are free to leave now.

There is no traffic in or out of the city. The streets and avenues are patrolled by tanks and armed personnel, and pedestrians are not allowed outdoors because of the virus. Those who venture outside are shot. No boats are permitted on the river, so we have no choice. We must use swimmers.

I had volunteered to be a swimmer. We were going to drag floats on which were cartons packed with food and had to push the rafts to the shore at 101 Street where volunteers would pick them up.

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THE FIRST GLASS

Semmelweis — a book review

Vincent Panella

To call this book prescient is an understatement. To say it resonates with the movement for women’s rights and also with the Covid-19 pandemic, is also an understatement. Anthony Valerio, whose books of fiction and nonfiction all keenly sense the ironies of human nature, has recreated the sad but tragic life of a man before his time —  a  Hungarian scientist and physician whose research in the mid-1800’s saved thousands of women’s lives. Doctor Ignaz Semmelweis, obsessed with discovering why so many pregnant women died of childbed or puerperal fever, concluded that simple hygiene such as washing one’s hands could slow or even prevent the spread of this deadly virus. Unfortunately, he and his theory would be denied recognition by jealous colleagues who who did everything possible to end his career and pervert his accomplishments. Valerio gives us a deep look into the medical world of Vienna and elsewhere at a time when the stethoscope was just coming into use as physicians were still putting their ears to a patient’s chest to hear a heartbeat; when autopsies were performed without the basic personal hygiene practiced today.

Semmelweis, who never received his due, was a little known but consequential figure in medical history and Valerio writes his story with a clear eye. This was a life that inspired such writers as Ibsen, Celine and Vonnegut, all who wrote about him directly or indirectly, and who recognized the universal story of genius denied by jealousies that caused more human suffering. Who would have known today’s obvious fact that washing one’s hands could help prevent the spread of a virus? One man, Semmelweis, whose up and down career suffered the whim of superiors, was obsessed with discovering the cause of high death rates among pregnant women lying in hospitals. By exhaustive experimentation he concluded that those performing autopsies with their unwashed hands often reeking of cadaverous fluids, were spreading childhood or puerperal fever – a disease known since ancient times.

 This is a compelling and cautionary tale of a man before his time, whose proven theory that simple hygiene could save lives perhaps cost his own life. Because of turf wars among his colleagues, he was denied recognition. His ideas were trashed as quackery despite the data to back them up. His career faltered.  His physical and mental health declined as resistance to his theories was  unrelenting. At a certain point, and perhaps because of these disappointments, Semmelweis suffered a nervous breakdown, was committed to an asylum, and after being beaten violently by guards, died from his wounds at age forty-seven. Valerios’s talent is to recognize the irony of genius denied, and to bring it home.

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OPEN MIND

Understand the anger

by Offie Wortham

Tim Scott, who is the African American senator from South Carolina, says that he has been stopped and questioned by police 10 times during his years in the Senate. Why have I, a retired African American man in Vermont, never been stopped by the police? I also lived in suburban areas in Atlanta, Georgia for two years, Virginia for ten years, Philadelphia for ten, Cleveland for two, Santa Monica for two, San Francisco for two New Jersey for ten, and in New York state for over ten years. Never have I been stopped unless I had violated the law by speeding or a violation on my car.

The primary purpose of this short paper is to examine the relative importance of race along with class in measuring citizen satisfaction with the police to help us better understand the anger becoming increasing evident in the poorer communities across the nation. Here in Vermont I know of at least two white males who have been stopped and arrested for a variety of reasons. Is it because they were driving older cars? Was it their place of residence, or was it their beards? What is the “Bubble” over me that protects me from aggressive police officers? Do I just have “Black or Brown Privilege” where ever I drive, or is it because I live in Johnson, VT? Let me try to explain why I believe I have positive relationships with the police and the effects of neighborhood racial composition and socioeconomic status which have long been under researched and ignored.

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AN A-MUSING LIFE

I have become very stupid

Nanci Bern

“Winter is coming”. No, sorry Game of Thrones, “Reopening is coming”, and I don’t think dragons are going to be of help for this one. So, what is next? We are beginning to venture forward. It may not be as far and wide as we have been able to before, but we must start to re-navigate this part of our lives.

To mask or not to mask: that is the question:

Whether ‘tis safer to clothe thy nose or suffer
The winds of naked breath in dappled trek,

Or to sling words against the railing of opposition

Never again with past comradery now to die,

Mourn the waning of reasonable discourse

There seems no way around the reality that no matter what your opinion regarding the ‘Virus’, the ‘Pandemic’, you are going to piss someone off; and it may be someone you consider a deep and lasting friend with whom you have alwaysish been on the same page.

“Wait, what? How can that be?”, you moan. “We sign the same petitions, but now she says I am uninformed and making bad and hurtful choices!” “He and I root for the same team!” (writer’s note: that last bit was politically incorrect) “He and I always chant together!” (writer’s note-okay that last bit dripped with privilege).  ”We go to concerts together!” (writers note-is that better?) “Well, now what do I do? Clearly my friend thinks I have become very stupid.”

Okay, let’s unpack this. I want you to remember that this pandemic thing and all the havoc it is creating sits in each and everyone’s living room. It lurks around the corners and eats the last piece of pie in the fridge when we are not looking.

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Finnish Fandango

A  NEW  NORMAL  LEXICON

Anneli Karniala

     There are many unusual words floating around in normal conversations and in the media since the start of this coronavirus pandemic. Some common words have certainly taken on new meanings. And some have different connotations, depending upon who you are.

     You might have your own list of relevant words, and perhaps more will pop up with time.

     The following is my list...for now.  The words following each letter are in alphabetical order, and thus not in order of importance.

A   adaptation,  aerosol,  age,  ageusia,  anosmia,  antibody,  antigen,  anxiety,  assault rifles,  autoimmune disease 

B   baking,  battleground states,  blaming,  bots,  burnout

C   CDC (Centers for Disease Control and Prevention),  civility,  climate change,  coma,  compassion,  contact-tracing,  contaminate,  coronavirus,  corruption,  Covid-19,  crisis,      curbside-pickup

D   data,  death,  depression,  disinfect,  distancing,  divisiveness,  droplets

E   economy,  emergency,  empathy,  employee,  employer,  employment,  epidemic,  epidemiology,  escapism,  essential business,  essential worker,  exposure

F   face-covering,  fact-checking,  false,  fatigue,  Fauci,  fear,  FEMA (Federal Emergency, Management Agency),  fever,  first responders,  front-line workers,  furlough   

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MONKEY’S CLOAK

Facetime goodbye

Charles Monette                     

Mom spirited “the lady of the Lamp” for 37 years

white on white uniform, “doing the sick no harm”

immaculate… always on time

Loved to waltz with dad

gliding, weaving arm ‘n arm ‘round the floor

at Roseland…

So many years ago…

her smile would light his eyes

his eyes would smile back

Now her living was assisted; gentle help

to get along at Bradley house

dad’s eyes had closed long ago

One day, a quiet invasion turned upheaval

staff and nurses running ‘round spellbound

locking up, locking down

A virus had hitchhiked on a suitcase

multiplied, spread amok, all the rage

temperatures rising

Mom caught a chill, then a fever

coughs followed, continued,

soon shortness of breath

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What about your contribution?

Phil Innes

There is  a wicked inclination in the current age to skip personal responsibility and blab on in the newspapers at extraordinary length about the failure of the Fathers — a Freudian dream-cast of projections about fathers and authorities. Not only does the government get it in the chest for promising things which no twelve year old would credit possible, but no fifty year old would credit as even desirable. Doesn’t matter if you are Left or Right to understand this.

This used to be a community where citizens who had the wherewithal that took responsibility for those who had not. It was not desirable that government should fix things in Vermont when citizens could do as well or better themselves, and volunteerism was a part and even expected part of the social scene. Second-home ownership has not helped in this with Vermont being the second highest state in the Union for second-home ownership, including 81%, Quechee with 69% and Proctorsville.

But for those who live here regularly the time to have volunteered a contribution and get an orientation to it was last year. With some sort of acknowledged and sometimes measured training toward being competent in a skill, plus a regular attendance at a critical forum which makes a difference, a couple of months training at a few hours per week would have qualified anyone to attend on emergencies rather than wax large about the paternal and inadequate government in the newspapers, however efficient the government is, since the government cannot govern what the citizens are unwilling to perform.

[Captioned is Loaves and Fishes Community Kitchen in Brattleboro]

Otherwise what do you personally find yourself useful in contributing that is now accepted and included by a social body?

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IN BETWEEN

BRIDGING BACK TO LOVE

Julia Ferrari

In this tumult of times, when things are uncertain, unknown, frightening and surreal, what do we know with truth and how can we utilize what we are experiencing toward living a better human life?

During trying times the best or the worst of us comes out. I find myself becoming aware of the best that such trials can bring to us. Besides noticing the person who ignores the sign to buy just one package of toilet paper and grabs two, or the man who buys two bottles of rubbing alcohol only to sell them online later for 17 times what he paid for them, I also feel and see the more positive possibilities amid the restlessness and fear: the open caring ability of the human heart. Each of us can choose how we weather this storm. We can become more self-focused, falling into greed and the worry of limitation or we can realize that we all have enough—enough love to give kindness, enough patience to give consideration, enough of a scarce product to let someone else have some and share.

Life and death experiences bring us closer to our essential selves as all the frivolities drop away from the necessities. In the face of such circumstances we can see what is really important through all the clouds of chaos and bring into focus what is essential in our lives. Yes, we all want to protect ourselves and our loved ones, but it is important to see that this reflex is part of a greater concern for the whole community. We can choose to feel only fear or we can also feel deep concern for each other’s wellbeing.  This is one way to grow as a human being. 

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WRITE ON !

Why is Martin Luther King Day a day off from school?

by Offie Wortham

Today I had the opportunity to try to answer this question to my 8-year old grandson. He did not have any idea who Dr. King really was, and what life was like for people-of-color in the United States when Dr. King was a boy or a young man. Living in Vermont today, he had no knowledge of the history of the racism and violence in the country in the past against people-of-color.

How does one begin to explain that at one time it was against the law for a black person and a white person to marry or even live together? Can a young person today even comprehend that people were actually killed for looking at, or whistling at a person of a different race?

I felt I had to begin with the fact that when I was in high school in 1956 there was no such thing as interracial dating. And this was in Westchester County in New York! When I went to college in Ohio the barber refused to cut my hair and it led to demonstrations where water hoses were used to prevent a riot. A movie theater refused to sell me a ticket because they said I had to be a member. Over 200 students mobilized and demonstrated before he admitted Negroes. In the South in the 50’s students sat at lunch counters while people spit in their food and beat them off the seats and hit them with baseball bats until they were hospitalized. Thousands of black people were beaten, hung from trees, castrated, doused with gasoline, and set on fire… because they dared to violate some racist rule or law.

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OPEN MIND

So far it’s been a good run

Offie Wortham

<extract> After attending 7 other colleges and getting degrees from 5 of them, including a Master’s and a PhD, I married four times, had three partners, (for a total of 55 years) and around 30-40 girlfriends before, between, and after these committed relationships. I once had a stable of 5, and had a lot of fun with my hobby. From two of the marriages I have three wonderful daughters, who have given me seven beautiful grandchildren.

Eventually, there were over 60 cars, including a new Porsche convertible, a red Jaguar, three BMW’s, an MG convertible, three Mercedes, an Alpha Romeo, a jet black businessman’s BMW motorcycle; and five other convertibles. Have lived in seven homes and over 20 apartments in New York, Atlanta, New Jersey, Philadelphia, Vermont, Ohio, Santa Monica, and San Francisco. Have been to Paris, Switzerland, London, Italy, Spain, and the Bahamas so far.

I was a Community Organizer and Director of many large programs on college campuses and in several major cities and national human and civil rights organizations. I had my own office and lab conducting experiments at IBM’s top “Blue Sky” research facility in the world. As a Senior Electronic Research Technician, or “Rocket Scientist”, I did final tests on the Saturn Missile at Douglas Missile & Space prior to launches in the California deserts preparing for the first moon landings.

I worked closely with the FBI in 1971 initially developing the obscure concept of “Psychological Profiling.” Around that time I also collaborated with the American Cancer Society to promote a button I conceived reading “HELP! Your smoking is hazardous to my health” which began the movement against second-hand smoke worldwide. I had dinner and dialogue with Eleanor Roosevelt, Malcolm X, Muhammad Ali, and Coretta King. I lived 6 months with Pete Seeger and Toshie. Went with Harry Belafonte and 7 students to confront President Eisenhower at the White House about his resistance to support the 1954 Supreme Court Decision on school desegregation.

But like any long journey, there have been some rough times. I’ve had cancer and lost my prostate. Fell on ice and had serious brain surgery. Broke my neck and lost a front tooth playing high school football. The late discovery of the broken neck at a special examination at West Point prevented me from becoming the youngest person ever in the AF Aviation Cadets and possibly the first black in the Air Force Academy. I had scored the highest score ever on the AFOQT which is the test all graduates of the Air Force Academy, West Point, Annapolis, and OCS must pass to get admitted into pilot or astronaut training. I was only 20.

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Real Vermont Stories

Vermont “Maternity Homes”

by Beth Kanell

It began with a postcard. My husband Dave (who passed last April) collected them: colorful Vermont scenes, yes, but more importantly the black-and-white ones from the late 1800s and early to mid 1900s that showed actual scenes, especially in the Northeast Kingdom. There are hundreds of St. Johnsbury and Lyndonville images in his collection—but, proportional to both town size and events that seemed worth marketing as photographs, there are very few from, say, Granby or Victory in Essex County.

Or from Concord.

Dave plunged me into a new research project when he found a card labeled “Quimby Maternity Home, Concord, Vt.” His knowledge of postcard publishers and some quick investigation prompted him to added the information “1949–1953.”

As we, and then I, probed further, we found more than 50 documented births that took place, not just in the Quimby (also called Graves, for nurse Ardella “Nana” Graves — illustrated) Maternity home, but also in the Austin Maternity Home in the same small town (this one, run by Leah Virginia Austin). And both were clearly “supervised” by the local doctor, Frederick Russell Dickson, M.D.

“Maternity homes” in the rest of America seem to have often been places for unwed mothers to give birth and send their babies out for adoption. Dave and I found a single request from an adoptee born in 1946 at a Concord maternity home for clues to his parentage. But that turned out to be the exception. Online access led us to birth certificates of many babies simply born in these more supportive, medically encouraged “homes.” Mothers could arrive a day early, stay a few days afterward, have a break from parenting and get a good start with the new arrival.

But such maternity homes were not well documented. In the case of the ones in Concord, Dr. Dickson worked under contract for the local paper mill, which provided him space for a “dispensary,” and cared for many more illnesses, injuries, and preventive cases than the babies being born—and no records from the two maternity homes have been located.

So Dave and I went to local Facebook “pages” and “groups,” where residents current and past share their memories. To our astonishment, we discovered another maternity home that took patients at the same time period, the early 1900s, and it was about 20 miles from Concord, in Lyndonville, Vermont.

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How I Write

Vincent Panella

THE CHANNEL

These journal entries center on a fragment written forty-odd years ago. I recently found the pages typed on carbon paper, yet through all those years I mulled over the story and its possibilities – a confined setting, clear situation, very few characters, maybe a one-act, maybe a short story, but still no desire to get back in. This summer I re-entered the typescript and came up with a story line that might work: 

A young man named Larry heads for Hollywood with a copy of his first novel soon to be published. The premise of the novel is a young man’s affair with his father’s lover. Larry’s car breaks down in the Mojave just outside of Barstow. He ends up in a radiator shop and there he meets a Samaritan type called Fenwick, also a writer, and they talk about his novel, what he invented, what he remembered – what was ‘true to life - and that blurry line between art and lived experience.

The dated entries here are edited for clarity. The original fragment was page after page about his car breaking down on a long hill.....almost nothing about substance, character, motivation, etc. Forty years ago – like now – I’m still learning. It’s working title was Barstow, but gradually a theme emerged, and the title Hill of Dreams helped me shape it. The entries span two months of this year but I must have worked on the story twice as long as that. In most cases the journal entries prompt the writing of actual text, which is done on screen, on paper, and sometimes with an Olivetti.

 7/21/19 - Took a look at what I did to Barstow - still on the opening, how I chopped it to s - - -. Now all the car details are almost gone – the old V-8 burning oil, the crankcase ventilation valve, oil gauge idiot light, the retread tires because the character has so little money.

 7/22 -  Woke up thinking Bartow was f----- -  that the whole gambit is a cliche - Larry writes a novel based on life, sort of – the premise being that his main character has an affair with his father’s lover. Larry has rendered a real life experience into a novel – his novel is within this story. The story is that that Larry’s heading for Cali with a novel in which the central action is drawn from his life and a threat to his family’s privacy. And his car breaks down on the long hill outside of town.

 – and where a movie producer is interested in the novel as Larry imagines famous actors playing his family members and what their reaction might be.

 Then his car breaks down on the Hill of Dreams. Fenwick (name borrowed from a Boll story) takes him to a hotel while he waits for a new radiator. They have some yet to be written convo about his situation, what he's written about his father etc. In the end Larry drives off into the sunset, back up the hill of dreams. End of story.

 Scene: "I call it the Hill of Dreams," Fenwick said, They were sitting in the hotel lobby at a small bar and tables with a view of a garden and a raft of Eucalyptus trees.

Fenwick points out the similarity between Larry and the Okies generations back -  heading for a new life out west, beaten by the hill, or not beaten....Fenwick there to pick up the pieces.

Larry felt a little buzz from the whiskey, a comfortable feeling, the big room with its open windows along the wall was cool and comfortable without any air conditioning as was his room where he'd slept well and long, realizing that the past four nights he'd been sleeping in the back seat of the Pontiac.

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Wildlife

Lawrence Klepp

Wildlife, the directorial debut of the actor Paul Dano, came and went quietly early this year, but it’s now available on streaming platforms, and it’s worth pursuing if you have a chance. In a year of outstanding female performers—Glenn Close, Olivia Colman, Viola Davis, Rachel Weisz, among others—the riveting work by Carey Mulligan in this film was largely overlooked. Based on a Richard Ford novel, the movie is set in a small town in Montana in 1960. The town, like many small Western towns, has a bleak, windswept, middle-of-nowhere ambience, but there’s a soaring mountain backdrop that is impressive in itself and lends the film a pathos of distance, a sense that life, or happiness, may be just over the horizon.

Mulligan and Jake Gyllenhaal play Jeanette and Jerry Brinson, a working-class couple in their mid-30s with a 14-year-old son, Joe (Ed Oxenbould). The family is barely making it financially but seems united and happy. But then Jerry gets fired from his job at a country club, having joined several members, at their invitation, for an off-hours game of golf and a drink afterward, thus violating club protocols. Jeanette, always smiling, always encouraging, is at first optimistic. She’s sure Jerry will quickly find another job. And, if necessary, she could work part-time, and they might move to a cheaper house, one even smaller and more nondescript than the one they’re renting.

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Environment there and here

Special Environmental report by Phil Innes — Column George Harvey

In Iceland:

¶ Katrin Jakobsdottir, the 41-year-old chairwoman of the Left-Green Movement, has been elected Prime Minister of Iceland. One of the most well-liked politicians in Iceland, Katrín, a former education minister and avowed environmentalist, has pledged to set Iceland on the path to carbon neutrality by 2040. As Iceland’s fourth prime minister in only two years, Katrín will take office at a time when national politics have been tainted by public distrust and scandal. A democratic socialist, Katrín is viewed as a bridge-building leader that may lead the country towards positive, incremental change. “She is the party leader who can best unite voters from the left and right,” said Eva H. Onnudottir, a political scientist at the University of Iceland, according to the New York Times. “Because this coalition includes parties from the left to the right, their work will be more about managing the system instead of making ‘revolutionary’ changes.”

In an era when climate change is making it necessary for countries around the world to implement sustainable energy solutions, Iceland presents a unique situation. ... The story of Iceland's transition from fossil fuels may serve as an inspiration to other countries seeking to increase their share of renewable energy.

About 85% of all houses in Iceland are heated with geothermal energy. ... Renewable energy provided almost 100% of electricity production, with about 73% coming from hydropower and 27% from geothermal power.

In the USA:

¶ President Trump's first EPA Administrator, Scott Pruitt, resigned effective July 6, 2018, amid a series of scandals. Deputy Administrator Andrew Wheeler, a former coal industry lobbyist, started serving as acting administrator on July 9, 2018. Wheeler was confirmed as EPA Administrator on February 28, 2019.

The mission of EPA is to protect human health and the environment. EPA's purpose is to ensure that: ... the United States plays a leadership role in working with other nations to protect the global environment.

The EPA has 14,172 employees, and has a budget of $8,200,000,000.

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A Loud and Colorful Advance Party Marks the End of Hogle Sanctuary's Winter Silence

Lloyd Graf

<extracts> Finally there are signs that the figurative bird repellent is beginning to wear off. Vultures appeared in Sanctuary and town skies in the 2'd week of March, and quickly became a welcome, if delayed roosting presence on both north and south ends. Robins migrating from southern climes recently joined the sparse but rugged group of over-wintering companions on the scene. For me, though, Hogle's silence ended definitively (and literally) on the morning of March 17, St Patrick's Sunday. I parked by the Sanctuary's Eaton Avenue entrance under partly sunny 9:30 AM skies and started down the trail toward the boardwalk and viewing area. As it developed I had to give up my descent at the top of the riser zone and survey the boardwalk, the massive old cement pump station, and some of the waters from on high. The most traveled part of the Eaton trail has recently been, and remained on that day a treacherous packed-down strip of ice. The remnant of once- navigable snow alongside the trail has also been largely iced over. The Eaton approach still remained tricky as recently as March 21 though the risk factor may by now have given way to the mere nuisance factor of mud season gunk.

Suddenly I was treated to an unmistakable and unexpected spring anthem: a series of loud, shrill, overtone-laden “kon-ka-reeeeee's “, the signature calls of Red-winged blackbirds, filtered down from the Eaton Ave neighborhood I was now returning to. As I emerged from the woods, I was greeted by visual confirmation. Some 12-15 blackbirds were artfully distributed on the barren branches of an Oak or Maple tree in a yard on the east side of Eaton Ave's north-south stretch. Back-lit by the eastern sun, the birds all appeared similarly dark, but occasional flashes of red epaulet combined with continuing vocalizations served to establish that I was viewing a small flock of Red-winged blackbirds.

This was exciting to me, in that Red-wings are among the most visually striking, and entertainingly aggressive of all spring harbinger species. The fact that they are also voraciously insectivorous is both encouraging (their efforts will be appreciated very soon, when mosquitoes and flies make their appearances) and perplexing, in that their favored prey insects were not yet obviously there for them as they huddled in the 31F chill. One assumes that the Red-wings must have known what they were up to, though they have not been sighted since that Sunday, neither by me nor by residents whom I buttonholed. Let's hope they're holed up in some life-sustaining local haven or have found well-stocked bird feeders.

Red-wings are great favorites of mine, in part because of their vivid looks (that is the males' epaulet-flashing sinister good looks; the females are tastefully brown-mottled with a subtle russety suggestion on the tips of back feathers) , remarkable vocalizations and consumption of nuisancy insects, and in part owing to the manic, shrill high-energy ferocity with which they defend their territories and nests against any and all intruders. An anecdote from Chicago days 3 decades ago serves to illustrate. Strolling through Lincoln Park, a prosperous, neighborhood often referred to as a “yuppie town”, and specifically through the Lincoln Park Zoo on a glorious warm spring morning, I came upon a knot of people, many resplendent in Sunday morning finery, gathered around a Tapir's outdoor stomping ground. It was quickly evident what had attracted these folk's attention: the Tapir, a large, sturdy, and as it developed, studly male, was experiencing the glandular surges of spring in a distinctively masculine way. One after another, would-be passers-by of various genders and ages joined the clutch of gawkers captivated by the beast's equine-scale endowment. So awe-struck were they, that they were unaware, at least initially, of the entry of another testosterone-fueled character onto the stage: a furious male Red-wing. Enraged by the proximity of the human gaggle to his and his mate's nest in a nearby tree, he first circled the group screeching avian expletives. Then as his ire escalated, he started dive-bombing people's heads, especially ladies' up-do hairstyles and Easter season hats. By the time the crowd dispersed, some members having left to avoid avian strafing runs, others as the tapir's rampancy gradually waned, the Red-wing had knocked a hat off one woman's head and disarranged a couple more.

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Evolution of democracy from economy to ecology

Editorial Essay

...Not too long ago these [energy] subjects were spoken of as ‘alternatives’, but in the chaotic energy scene of today they are currently only an alternative to chaos itself. One may scoff at specific proposed solutions, but the main problems can no longer be denied.

Elsewhere, Brattleboro as an influential hub to an extensive bio-region, a region without a name, is taking steps to implement a topic suggested by Wendell Berry in an essay he had published at Orion Press, Winter 2001. He titled the central essay The Idea of a Local Economy. This too, said Berry, is not an ‘alternative’ to anything but disempowerment. ‘Without prosperous local economies, the people have no power and the land no voice.’

Indeed, I remember William Irwin Thompson, founder of the Lindisfarne Foundation, New York City, saying much the same in 1982 — that the evolution of democracy will occur when we begin to shift from economy to ecology, thereby an intelligence of bio-regions provides the basis for action within the region, and Berry’s Local Economy is also the base of an enhanced local polity.

Certainly just being ‘aware’ of the difficulties in the world is altogether too passive and we might also consider a term coined by Buckminster Fuller in terms of the right way to harness our technology and economy; Imagineering.

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Not everyday a Vermont Views columnist has a book published. Here is Daybook 1 by Toni Ortner with reviews by Arlene Distler, Tim Mayo and Phil Innes

This would be Steinbeck if he hadn’t fooled around in other people’s kitchens. This is a full-score Cohen with two more notes, not reaching anywhere, but ever taking in. The words come humming out of the dark to shatter crystalline on the floor as sharp edged duo-tone fridge magnets familiar and mysterious as if designed by Paul Klee — not made in China or the Old Country, made in the Wild East of New York is more like it. There are hiding demons in the text waiting to pierce you, and there are non-resident angels flirting with sin.

—Phil Innes, Vermont Views Magazine

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A photographic essay on Devon and Cornwall

Anne Lenten, Ed.

A series of photographs about ‘another place’ collected by the remarkable photographer Anne Lenten — Notes by Phil Innes

#6 Mining conditions haven’t changed much in 100 years

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LETTERS FROM CUBA #15

Some sentences from Cuba

Mac Gander

It is dawn in La Habana and I am listening to Bob Marley’s “Rebel Music” as my wife Shanta sleeps in the next room and I mark the end of our third week here. One week to go. Travel is exhausting. There is no moment in which one does not wish to be awake.

I am thinking of the opening trope in Denis Johnson’s “Fiskadoro,” where he invokes Marley as one of the three great gods still left in the Florida Keys after a nuclear holocaust, a book that ends with a war-ship returning to those shores after a 90-year quarantine, from Cuba, a grey ship that is taller than the sky.

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What lies beneath: Our stories our ghosts

Shanta Lee Gander

Who came first?  Europa or Europe?  With some research, I could get an answer, but the story of a girl who keeps dreaming about two continents fighting over her and who meets her fate and immortality with a God turned beautiful bull is an old one

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hey, at least its not going to get below freezing

— that is down here in the valley in Brattleboro, though not on the hills and not up North. Looks like Brattleboro is snow-free through Wednesday!

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