Dr. Wayne Longmore – Woodstock Hero for Hunger

Angel 1It hangs on a wall in my living room, my daughter’s self portrait.

Larger than life, the piece shows 1 eye, her nose and mouth.

Just beginning her studies at the Corcoran, Jennette wasn’t comfortable painting an entire face.  A photography major, she was painting for the first time in her life.

Sometimes I sit in my chair with my 3 Chihuahuas and just look at the painting for several minutes when I come home from the pantry.  So much of this painting is relevant to what I’m doing now, what the pantry shoppers are experiencing.

As people travel the path to a pantry, they lose things.  One shopper recently gave me 3 paintings.  He was offloading personal possessions and just didn’t want to see them go in the dumpster.  I featured one of them in posts for months.

I also have paintings given to me by other shoppers.  If I stay in this business long enough, I’ll end up with a whole gallery.  That actually happened to Dr. Wayne Longmore, the absolute best physician in the area.

There’s a moral in this story somewhere for me.  I’m just not sure what it is yet.

Dr. Longmore, an Emergency Medicine specialist, was a Woodsstock physician.  He practiced by himself, without the help of a receptionist or nurse.  He was favored by artists, writers, musicians as well as many other people from around the area.  Artists went to him with their health issues and he treated them with dignity and respect, whether or not they had $$$.  Most of them had no $$$ so, when he worked to make them well, they brought over paintings.

Dr. Longmore finally had the best local art collection in the area.  The paintings and sculptures disappeared from his office after he was arrested.  I never learned the real story of what happened.

The public story was that he prescribed too many painkillers…too much Oxycodone.  The FBI Report referred to the product as hydrocodone.  Well, the public stories in the papers aren’t always the whole story or even a piece of a story.  I know that from personal experience.

Dr. Longmore and I knew a lot of the same people.  He healed them.  The pantry fed them.  Without even trying, I knew more or less who was on what.  How could I not know?  I saw them every week under fairly intimate circumstances.

I only knew 2 people on Oxycodone.  And, one of those 2 was trying to sell the stuff.  So, they can’t blame Dr. Longmore for that.

He was sentenced to 6 months house arrest, 3 years probation, 200 hours community service and fined $200,000.00.  The real punishment went to the poor in Woodstock who now have nowhere to go for a doctor.  It puts a lot of pressure on the Healthcare as a Human Right group.

His office, just down from Lori’s cafe, sat empty for the longest time…the office at 104 Mill Hill Road.  It was adorned with a sad “for sale” sign.  I think of Dr. Longmore every time I pass by.  I remember his beautiful art collection, all the down and out people he served, all the good the man did for the needy in Woodstock.

Last Winter,  the For Sale sign disappeared.  As spring approached, workers began to fix up the office both inside and out.

While this happened, Lori’s became Nana’s and several other stores in the little complex changed hands.  EvolveD expanded and   Fringe moved down one space.     Venus Adorned, a corset/dress shop  opened recently.  Ed Dempsey Tattoos is in the upstairs space.  I joke to myself about musical businesses.

The building  at the other end of the complex sports several Win Morrison signs while the businesses within still have their signs.  One, IDivide, raises questions about whether or not someone is trying to run a business in the midst of it all.

Only 2 spaces have appeared to stay the same:  Woodstock Wooden Kazoo and Woodstock Print Express.  They are the anchor stores.

Now, Dr. Longmore’s old office has a new coat of paint and other improvements.  Plants in pots placed beside the door encourage a prospective new tenant.  A “For Rent” sign is in one of the windows.

The whole area is being gentrified.  When I look around, I see 3 banks and a theater surrounding the building and I  realize that Woodstock now has an emerging  financial/theater district surrounding  Dr. Longmore’s old office.

So, I suppose the down-and-out patients – artists, writers – would seem out of place in the newly transitioned area.

In spite of the paint, the sign and the plants, the building  sits empty, a monument commemorating those in Woodstock who unfailingly give of themselves.  Frankly, I don’t care if they ever rent it.





Artwork donated by Jennette Nearhood

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A Swimsuit Summer in Woodstock


Summer in Woodstock can be mystical and magical.  Tourists flock to the town almost every day leaving $$$ in the stores and taking shopping bags with them.  It wasn’t always this way.  Between 2008 and 2012, shopping bags were scarce as unicorns.  People came, walked around town, got in their cars, and took off.

But, no more.  At the very least, they buy a cone at Taco Juan’s, a necklace at Gwen’s Gems and a coffee at Bread Alone.  I’m happy to see them.  And, I’m  extremely happy to see the shopping bags they carry.  When people leave carrying  shopping bags in their hands, we have a good chance of not looking at too many vacant store fronts next winter.

Two places the tourists don’t know much about are Maria’s and Harmony.  We residents can enjoy our town without too many of the tourists gawking when we visit those 2 places.

Maria’s, located across from Bread Alone and behind Sparkles,  has the best breakfast in town.  I love the place and wish I could go everyday but somehow that never happens.  I’m in the breakfast crowd but Maria’s also has wonderful food for lunch or dinner.  The pasta dishes are created with  pastas made in her daughter’s own Bella Pasta factory on Route 28.   Her salmon is to “die” for.  I love her desserts.

I occasionally go into Harmony, the local music cafe located on Mill Hill Road.  It’s right across the street from Catskill Mountain Pizza.  I occasionally go into Harmony on Monday or Tuesday evenings for a dinner of oriental food and I feel like I own the place.  No one else is in the dining room.  I usually arrive about 6:15 and the evening poetry readings or music event hasn’t begun yet.

The most summer fun event to be had in town costs not 1 cent and it’s not on Tinker Street.  The most summer fun to be had is at the corner of Tannery Brook, Ohayo Mountain Road and Millstream  Road.  Actually, it’s under the bridge there.

That’s where the summer swimming hole is.  Most of the bathers  walk past my parking lot on Tannery Brook and then past the Inn on the Millstream.  .  Young, mostly, with tiny swimsuits, they’re excited about an afternoon and early evening in the water and on the banks of the stream.  It’s a procession marked by skin, water,  and the promise of a summer moon.

Most of the excitement comes down the street as they head to the stream.  But, they don’t all walk down Tannery Brook.  Some of them drive up Millstream  Road and park along the edge of the pavement just before they get to the bridge.

And, they don’t all arrive wearing tiny swimsuits.    Some of them, the ones I used to see at the pantry every week,  don’t have the luxury of a swimsuit so they enjoy the water in their street clothes.

Every summer day, one of Woodstock’s Colorful Characters walks carefully down to the stream…alone and barefooted.  He makes a point of either getting to the stream ahead of everyone or arriving last after the place has emptied out so he can enjoy the beauty of the place, the cleansing effect of the water, all to himself.

But, swimsuit or not, after an afternoon playing in the water, they walk back on Taannery Brook much slower than when they came.  Whatever they wear will dry on its own in the summer heat.

These warm summer days and summer moons are to be enjoyed, cherished really.  For, all too soon, we’ll be wearing our new winter boots.  A seasonal ritual practiced by Woodstockers each fall is to show up in town wearing winter boots right after Labor Day.

When the winter boots come out, the swimsuit summer days punctuated by skin, water, and summer moons become a memory…maybe even less.

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George, George, Richard, Vito, Alex and…Another Woodstock Secret

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We all have an idea of things we’d like to find in heaven.

For me…if I had my druthers, I’d have jazz on Sunday mornings.

Well, now I don’t have to wait to die and try to sweet talk St. Peter into letting me get into heaven to hear the Sunday Morning Jam.


Sunday Morning Jam is alive and well in Woodstock.

It’s FREE and it’s at Upstate Films.

All you have to do is show up a little after 10 on Sunday morning and enjoy the fun until about 2:00.

Today they played until about noon and then had a coffee break.  They offered me coffee.  Can you imagine that?  They not only let me in free but they offered me coffee!

Jazz was offered by George on keyboard, George on drums, Rich on clarinet,  Vito on horns, and Alex on drums.

Amaretta came – a true diva singer.

I enjoyed Angel Eyes, St. Louis Blues, The Girl from Ipanema, At the Mambo Inn, Everytime We Say Goodbye, Ask Me Now,  among other favorites. The music changes over time as the players change.

“New artists are welcome to come and try out songs with us” George said.  “We’re open here.  We’re all about playing  and sharing music.  It’s how we all get better.”  This attitude takes us all back to music as it was played in the ’70s.  Famous musicians made themselves available to the younger and newer ones.  It was a way of life for musicians.  It was a lifestyle.  It was a vibe.

This vibe looms large over the whole theater on Sunday mornings.

Come join in the fun.  Sunday Morning Jam at Upstate films is a special  bit of heaven.  The rotating roster of musicians makes it very easy to be a regular.

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An Open Letter to Froma Harrop – a Hero for Hunger

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Dear Ms. Harrop – I enjoyed reading your article in the Friday, June 19, 2015, Daily Freeman Newspaper entitled “Why we still need public libraries.”  Thank you for writing about such a important  subject.  I periodically blog  about this issue in one of my blogs.  In fact, I discussed this subject just a month ago on a May 20, 2015 post of this blog.

Woodstock, NY, has been debating  if/how to modernize our library since about 2007.

Your arguments in favor of  public   libraries are  all relevant as far as they go. However, I feel that you omitted  arguments touching on the heart of the most pressing need for continuing their existence.

Libraries are lifelines for the new Struggling Class – a growing group of people experiencing poverty to such an extent that a local library is  essential  in ways we never before imagined.

For starters, libraries  offer clean restrooms.  In our community of approximately  10,000 residents (if you count both the full time residents and the weekenders), there are very few public restrooms.

We have  a public restroom just up the street from our village green which closes each year on November 30th  and does not reopen until April 15th.

Our recently renovated Town Hall has public restrooms.

Family of Woodstock has a public restroom.

And, the Woodstock Free Library has one.

That’s it.  The homeless and the struggling poor don’t have the funds to duck  into a local cafe and buy a cup of coffee in order to get access to a restroom.  They rely on the services offered in their communities.  This always includes the restroom at the library.

Libraries offer a place to get in out of the cold, the heat, the wet.  They offer an opportunity to sit in a chair and read a newspaper or a magazine.  This is  important to the many categories of poverty ridden:


generational poor,

hardworking poor,


mentally ill,

persistent poor,

resource poor,

senior citizens,

situational poor,

terminally ill poor,

transient poor,

underemployed poor

unemployed poor,


The Woodstock Library has computers.    When I visit the library  they are always being used.

For those  without  a computer, the library is  a  lifeline to the world.  Nowadays, computers are needed to:

apply for a job

find housing

make a medical appointment

apply for benefits such as social security, SNAP, unemployment compensation

find a food pantry

find a soup kitchen

find a bus schedule

This is just the basic list.  I’m sure  the people using a library computer can give several more reasons.

Many struggling poor and homeless people have smart phones.  They often sacrifice much to keep a smart phone but it is an invaluable tool for survival in the 21st century.

Other struggling poor have working computers but can’t afford wifi.  Libraries offer wifi for people who don’t have the price of a cup of coffee needed to get the service in a cafe.  On any evening in Woodstock, it’s common to see people sitting on the grounds of the library, under the light of the moon, using the public wifi services offered by our Woodstock Library.

However, not all struggling poor people can afford  smart phones or computers.   For them, the library is their only  option.

And, we haven’t even gotten to the books yet.  One of the reasons our community has been wrangling over the expansion/update of our library all these years is that we simply don’t have space for the needed books.

And, we haven’t even gotten to the children, either.  Our library offers story telling hours throughout the week for the many children in the area whose families use our library.  Our children’s room is very popular.  It’s every bit as important as the computer area.

We have a public speaking space with a waiting list several months long.

What would we do without our library?

On behalf of the poor, the hungry, and the downtrodden, I thank you for supporting the continuing existence of libraries,  Froma Harrop.  In my blog, that makes you a Hero for Hunger.






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Woodstock’s Best Kept Secret


Woodstock is really a very special place.  But…not how yo think.  There are several places in our fair U S of A where you can drop me off blindfolded and I’ll know exactly what town I’m in.  The places, in alphabetical order, are:




New Orleans

New York City

San Antonio

San Francisco


The sounds and smells tell the whole story just the way it is.

Each of these places hold secrets.

I really shouldn’t be publishing this article so soon.  After all, this is a brand new blog and I shouldn’t be giving away the goodies up front.  I should, instead, publish articles for at least a year or 2 before I begin to spill the beans.

But, I can’t wait.  I never could keep either a surprise or a secret forever.  So, here goes…

The best kept secret in all of Woodstock is  not who’s sleeping with whom, or who has the best dope, or if I think so-and-so is going to try to run against somebody special this year in the election or anything like that.  Or why…oh well…I could go on forever.

The best kept secret in all of Woodstock is…ta DAH…where the best place to eat in Woodstock is.

There is this little place located on 26 Mill Hill Road in Woodstock.  It’s upstairs in the educational building behind Christ Lutheran Church.  This restaurant is the creation of Victoria Langling and has been open continuously since May 17, 1993.

It’s open Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays from 4:00 p.m. to 6:00 p.m.

The menu at this restaurant is simple…as is the decor.  Renee Englander sets up the tables in the afternoons before the Daily Bread Soup Kitchen opens.

About 3:15, a volunteer from one of the local churches goes to a local area restaurant and returns with a large container of a specially prepared hearty soup.  Volunteers from the local religious congregations take turns in the soup kitchen monthly.  They set the tables, serve the soup and clean up after the kitchen closes.

The donating restaurants vary with each soup kitchen day so that it’s possible to eat at the soup kitchen every day it’s open for an entire month without eating the same soup twice.

Donating restaurants include:

Bistro to Go

Bread Alone

Catskill Mountain Pizza

Hickory BBQ Smokehouse

Hurley Ridge Market

Little Bear Restaurant

Nana’s Creative Cafe

Oriole 9

Mountainview Market

Woodstock Meats

Breads are served with the soups…from Bread Alone, no less.  Real butter is offered also.

Desserts are baked goods from Meredith’s.  Cookies are also available.

Half and half is offered for the coffee.

There is always a generous serving of peanut butter and jelly so sandwiches can be made to eat in the dining room or take home.

The whole package is delicious, nutritious, inviting.

The soups are wonderful, delectable, hearty.  If purchased in one of the local area restaurants which donates them, they would cost much $$$.

The room has large windows overlooking Mower’s Meadow.

The clientele is consistent.  Woodstock’s Colorful Characters are always in attendance.  An occasional person will come over from the food pantry on Wednesday.  Sometimes people recuperating from a hospital stay will drop by for a take out container.

All are welcome.  The soup is superb.

Thank you to everyone who makes this event a reality.








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Woodstock Public Library District

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The 1st thing that happens when I think of the Woodstock Public Library is the aroma of the books.
Paper, print, paste all combine to create the most welcoming, nurturing smell on the planet. Every library I’ve ever visited has this smell:
the San Antonio Public Library,

the St. Mary’s University Library,

the Fairfax County Public Library

the San Francisco Library
the tower at the University of Texas,
and on and on. Even the  library in my father’s office had this smell.

Once I walked into the Department of Commerce building in Washington, DC and this aroma about knocked me over.  It was so beautiful!
When I attended massage school, I learned from my teacher, Kerrith McKechnie that the sense of smell is most important. The sense of smell goes back in time very far…into past lives if you have that belief.
So, whenever I visit the Woodstock Library, that welcoming aroma embraces me as soon as I open the door. Then, immediately, I’m greeted by the people crowded in the place. 6 computers placed right at the entrance are always filled. 2 more computers are off to the left. These are filled also.
If  I walk past the 2 computers on the left, I walk into the children’s area.
Beyond the children’s area is a very important part of the library which nobody seems to ever mention: the public restroom. The Woodstock Library has one bathroom.
This is important. Libraries are havens for the homeless, the cold, the tired, the hungry. They visit the library to read newspapers, get computer time, get inside   someplace, use the public bathroom.
Woodstock is a wonderful place but the public bathrooms are few unless there’s $$$ for a meal in a restaurant. Family has a bathroom. There’s one in a concrete block building outside of the Family building. This one has a men’s room and a women’s room and is open from April 15th to November 30th each year.
Sunflower has one for its customers. That’s it, really.
There’s something else nice about the Woodstock Library. People can take their pets. That’s a nice touch.
The hub of the whole library is the 8 computers at the front of the building. Unless you’re without a computer, you can never know how important these machines are. None of us realizes, I don’t think, how dependent we are on them.
I pass out cards to the hungry in the line at the Reservoir Food Pantry telling people to go to  www.myBenefits.ny.gov.   This website is a wonderful resource…if you have access to a computer.
The homeless are really isolated without a computer.
It’s almost impossible to get a job, get housing, find a food pantry, learn about a bus route without a computer.
The library is the lifeline for a whole category of people who fit into a number of classes:


crazy poor

disabled poor

elderly poor

employed poor

generational poor

hard working poor

home bound


ill poor

infant poor

mentally ill poor

messed-up poor



newly poor

resource poor

situational poor

struggling poor

transient poor

underemployed poor

unemployed poor


Our economy is flying right now. The rich are paying fewer taxes. The poor are getting less and less. Everyone, actually, has a lobbyist in Washington but the poor. The only thing the poor have left, it seems, is the food pantry and the library.

As a fundraising project, the Friends of the Library offer ongoing used book sales.  This is really a Woodstock tradition.  The books are reasonably priced which makes them a real “find”  when it’s time to get a gift for someone.

For 30 years, the library has been offering the Library Forum – the longest-running cultural and public affairs series in the Hudson Valley.  Anyone can walk into the library and book a vacant slot and make a presentation at the library.  And, anyone can attend because the Library Forum is free.
Woodstock has been discussing an upgrade of our library for many years…. at least since 2007. It surely began earlier but I wasn’t aware of it.

My awareness of the expansion saga began when the Library Board asked for $$$  for repairs and upgrades.  It was as if they had lobbed one over the bow.

The town returned the lob  when residents  voted it down…big time.

Word on the street was that residents weren’t going to give not even 1 cent to the library renovation until the librarian who had been working at the Woodstock Free Library for what seemed like her entire adult life retired.

She must’ve heard the gossip because it wasn’t long until she retired.  Just like that.  She did the ladylike thing and put in her papers.

Amy Raff, the beloved assistant librarian was promoted to fill the vacancy.

So, that left the town holding an empty bag.  There were no more excuses.  It was time to fix the library.  Except that now it’s 2015 and we still don’t have an updated library.

If we’d done what we should have back then and voted for the $$$, we’d have an updated, expanded library in place and be happily using it.

But, that’s not how things went.
The hub of the library, any library, is the Librarian. We’ve been very fortunate over the years to enjoy the talents and generosity of our librarians.
Amy Raff was  a special gift for this community. She knows her subject (library management) very well and also knows how to treat people…whether they’re homeless or are billionaires.
People visiting the Woodstock Library are special. She offers respect, honor. She approaches her job as a religious calling.

Amy  is a class act.  She did a very ladylike thing recently.  She resigned.

This whole saga has not been a walk in the park.  It is more akin to a barefoot walk  on a rocky beach.

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Father Nicholas – Woodstock Hero for Hunger


The call came through today about 10 a.m.  I didn’t answer the phone quickly enough so he left a message:

“Good morning, Thurman.  I’m calling to let you know  that we have 5 ice chests full of yogurt and juice.  We also have 4 large boxes filled with juices and teas.  We also have about 6 dozen doughnuts.  They’ll be right outside the pantry in the shade waiting for you.”

This call comes every week.  I can almost set my clock and calendar with these calls.

As soon as I hear this message, I get in the car and drive out to the Holy Ascension Monastery to pick up these wonderful goodies and take them over to Reservoir Food Pantry.  But for Father Nicholas and his generosity, our pantry would not have even 1 serving of yogurt for our shoppers in Boiceville.

I first heard about Father Nicholas several years ago when a Good Neighbor Food Pantry volunteer from St. John’s Roman Catholic Church asked me, almost in a whisper, if we had any extra food for some priests.  Through the grapevine, I heard Heidi Motzkin knew some people (priests?) needing food.

Hmmm.  This sounded weird.  Then, a few days later, I heard another story about a group of priests needing food.  Things were quiet for a week or 2.  I didn’t act very fast because, in this business, it takes a shout to get my attention.  Anyway, I continued to hear little whispers so I got curious.  Who were these guys?  Where were they?


So, Peggy Johnson, the Good Neighbor Food Pantry take out manager, and I got in the car and off we went.  Out on Cold Brook Road we found a very special place – the Holy Ascension Monastery.  We were greeted by a tall, thin man with a full beard and pony tail, wearing a black cassock, a tall black hat, and black combat boots.

The story went that the monastery had, for years, housed 3 priests.  Then, 1 day, several priests in the Brookline, Massachusetts, monastery, loaded up a U-Haul truck and drove to Bearsville.  On the same day, several other priests boarded a bus in Boston and rode it to Woodstock.  In 1 day, the population of the Holy Ascension Monastery increased  to 20.  The monastery needed extra people because they’re constructing a large, beautiful sanctuary on the grounds.

In the expansion preparations, everything had been taken care of except, of course, the extra food needed for these priest/construction workers and volunteers.

Food?  You need food?  Peggy was delighted, excited, enthusiastic.  She was on the job right away.  Within days (hours?) the Holy Ascension Monastery had food.  Peggy learned about their dietary considerations, as well as the people needing food.

Like a Supply Sargent in a Mash unit, Peggy learned that the Food Bank of Northeastern New York had #10 cans of food.  Nothing would do until our pantry showroom had a whole shelf filled with them for Father Nicholas.

Fresh produce?  Father Nicholas came by each week for all the fresh produce the monastery needed..

Well, it wasn’t long until Father Nicholas and the Holy Ascension Monastery had their food needs straightened out and no longer needed pantry food.  As smoothly as greasing a cake pan, Father Nicholas and his fellow monks became part of the volunteer pantry crew.  He delivered  food to home bound households weekly.

And, as if that weren’t enough, Father Nicholas and the Holy Ascension Monastery became a Food Pantry Agency of the Food Bank of the Hudson Valley serving food to hungry dropping by:



struggling area residents

The Holy Ascension Monastery is open 7 days per week.  Shoppers take what they need and return as often as they need.  (None of this 3-day limit stuff for the Holy Ascension Monastery.)

And, of course, while all this was happening, every one of us fell in love with the monks.  Never in a million years would any of us have met these gorgeous men of God if it hadn’t been for the pantry.

The face of God is everywhere.  All you have to do is:

work at a pantry,

open your eyes,

look around.

How cool is that?





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Did you read Shiv’s message on Facebook?

Shiv’s message came through on Facebook the other day.

“I finally decided to take the step and become a Tibetan monk after taking instruction with HH Yangsi Rinpoche, shaved my 30 years of dreadlocks and beard and now I’m getting my robes today.”

April 1, 2015

1:54 am.


Although I didn’t know him personally, he was a popular  face at Monday night poetry readings at the Colony Cafe.  I noticed him each time he attended a poetry reading, with his massive mound of dreadlocks wound around the top of his scalp.  He also had an open smile and everyone  seemed to like him.  And, of course, silly me, what did I know?  Here he was, living and breathing…the most famous of the famous.

One of the first things that impressed me about Woodstock was the prevalence of artists, writers, poets, musicians, singers, actors.  They move about town as if no one knows who they are.  And, indeed, many are not known to people on the street.

It’s been that way for years.  Byrdcliffe has attracted people in the arts since  the early 20th century years.  Artists live at Byrdcliffe both permanently in their private homes and temporarily through the artist-in-residence program.

And, then, the famous Woodstock Music Festival  brought another group which also never left.  They are seen about town today.  Some of them are now local businessmen.  The story goes that the original owner of Taco Juan was at the festival, for example.  Ditto for Not Fade Away.  The new Shindig is owned by a “festival family”.

But, back to Shiv,  the most talented in a lineup of many.

Both famous, semi-famous, and unknown talented people in the arts used the food pantry regularly after the downfall of the economy in ’07.  Because Woodstock attracted artists, musicians, and writers, many of them had second homes in Woodstock.  Some of these creative and talented people saw their incomes totally dry up.

I heard similar stories.   They essentially went like this:  the person would have a home in the Woodstock area in addition to a place in New York City or Paris or Dubai, Katmandu, Delhi, or Miami or someplace…anyplace else.  As the income dwindled, the person looked around, assessed his/her situation and tried to unload the most expensive place which was usually in the someplace else location.

Some sublet.  Others sold.  Still others underwent foreclosusre.

They came to Woodstock to live in the cheaper home, only to find   zero opportunity to earn $$$ away from  the city environment.  So, here they were…down and out in Woodstock and Bearsville.  Some even experienced foreclosure of the Upstate New York home.

The pantry line filled weekly with intelligent, well educated, talented people who were stranded because their support system was just not what it should have been.  They, for the most part, made the best of it.  What else could they do?  Artists, musicians, writers, actors…talented…all.

Eventually, some established new lifelines.  A few ended up homeless.

Battling the restrictions of the building committee, while trying to serve everyone who needed food was challenging for the volunteers.  Often the wait was over an hour for a 3-day supply of food  during the darkest days of the depression.

Somehow, I felt these talented people deserved better than a begrudging attitude offered to them in the cold basement of the Woodstock Reformed Church.  As volunteers, we did the best we could to make them feel welcome, safe, accepted but it was hard.

Shiv Mirabito was  the center of the group in the food pantry line each week.  He  offered strength with his positive attitude and smile.  I credit this with the essence which makes makes Shiv Mirabito the person he is.  He has spent his entire adult life studying Tantric Buddhist philosophy and lives what he studies.  Each moment is a religious experience for him.

Now, time has passed.  Possibly life has improved in the bowels of the church on pantry day.  Hopefully fewer of these talented people need food from the pantry.  I’m not sure because I moved  to Reservoir Food Pantry where the atmosphere is totally different.

We’ve all changed.  Especially Shiv who will be totally unrecognizable for awhile on the streets of Woodstock.  I’m hoping to see him soon in his new robes.  Without his dreads, the robes will be the only way I’ll be able to recognize him.

Shiv has a publishing house in India for his fellow writers/artists.  He prints their work on handmade papers.  Shiv has been doing this for years.  Shivastan Publishing uses traditional printing methods to craft print chapbooks and broadsides on handmade paper.  Each of these books is a work of art unto itself in addition to the poetry printed on the page.  There are typos to be found.   After all, the people doing the printing don’t read or write English.

And what has happened to the other equally talented artists, writers, musicians who were stuck for awhile in Woodstock?  Hopefully times have changed for them too.  I occasionally see 1 or 2 of them in Kingston.

It was gut wrenching to see the effect of the foreclosures on them in Woodstock.  And, it was difficult for them to leave Woodstock.  For some, foreclosure affected their emotional health.

A few, I know, returned to the primary city where life is easier for them now.  They are happy for the return move.

RUPCO is opening a new housing unit for those in the arts.  It’s located in the newly refurbished, historical Lace Mill in Kingston.  I’m hoping some will be lucky enough to get an apartment there.

Opening soon, 1, 2, and 3-bedroom lofts will be available with mezzanines and high ceilings.  Several gallery spaces,  designated shared and private work studios are planned.

A common artist utility room is being built on every level.

Outdoor sculpture areas are designed for public art.

I’m hoping some of those in the arts in Woodstock will be lucky enough to get an apartment there.  I’m hoping they’ll enjoy it.  It’s  gorgeous!


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Thurman Greco