Join us on Book Day!
Writers, story tellers, poets will read their work, talk about their work with you and have copies of their work to sell on Saturday, September 14th at Mower’s Meadow Saturday Flea Market on Maple Lane.
You’ll be able to get a card reading, buy the book and card deck, and ask questions from the creator of this system! How cool is that!
Writers will be discussing their books: mystery plots, memories of growing up in a Rosendale bar, overcoming drug addiction.
Three children’s book writers will be reading their stories and talking about their work. So, if you want to bring a young friend or relative, this should be fun.
Join us at 10:00 in the writer’s space on the 14th.
Don’t want to wait until the 14th to see the books? They’re on display on Saturdays and Wednesdays between now and Book Day.
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Come! Bring books to sign – work to read!
Join area writers at the upcoming FREE Book Day on Saturday, September 14th from 10:00 am to 6:00 pm at Mower’s Saturday Flea Market on Maple Lane in Woodstock, New York.
Book Day is an opportunity to showcase your work!
Reserve your space today. Call me at 845-399-3967 or email email@example.com.
Hope to hear from you soon!
See you there!
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So many, many people love Tom and Annie Pacheco. He has spent his lifetime career bringing joy and happiness to fans, friends, and loved ones throughout the world. Tom is always helping countless people and causes.
Woodstock is no exception to this generosity. Through the years, Tom gave concerts to help many of us locally. He gave two concerts to help the Good Neighbor Food Pantry here in Woodstock as volunteers worked to fight hunger locally.
These last few years are challenging him. Health issues curtailed gigs, writing, and recording. These things devastate him in many ways.
On January 21st, a huge tree toppled over in their yard ruining his absolutely necessary car and creating thousands of dollars in damages to his property.
Please join not only me but fans, friends, and loved ones throughout the globe as we donate money in love and solidarity. Please donate through the GOFUNDME account today.
Thank you in advance for your generosity.
PS – Tom has a chapter in my memoir. If you purchase this book in the next 30 days, I’ll donate the proceeds of sales to Tom and Annie. You can get this book at Thurmangreco.com
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I walked over to the CVS today and got the latest copy of the “Woodstock Times”. It’s a sellout publication in Woodstock. How could it not be? It’s got the latest obituaries,
stories about community events (more fun than a soap opera)
a full color picture on page 1 (always)
and, a Letters to the Editor section.
I mean, what more can we all ask for? An edition once offered a full color photo of a statue of Buddha perched atop a bright blue sign saying:
WELCOME TO WOODSTOCK
We are all here because we are not all there.
I mean, how can I not buy a copy of the Woodstock Times this every week? It’s better than any tabloid anywhere. Donald Trump doesn’t even have a chance with this one.
If you live in Woodstock or visit Woodstock, you can buy a souvenir bumper sticker at Houst with the Buddha post on it. Buddha won’t be on the bumper sticker. But, that’s not the important part of the message anyway.
Then, when you return home to wherever in the world that may be, you can display this wonderful sign which reads: We are all Here Because We are Not all There. Personally, I can’t think of a better souvenir of Woodstock than that.
But, back to the Woodstock Times:
Because of the propensity of cotton tops in the area, obituaries are always popular. A couple of winters ago we were dropping at the rate of 1 per week. Every week Stuart Klein and I visited in Bread Alone for a few minutes and chatted about who died the week before.
Both Stuart and I were grateful to see spring arrive that year. First, we were grateful to see a few forsythia blooms just to see something besides winter. And, second, we were grateful to be alive and mentally together enough to know we were looking at forsythia blooms.
The weekly Letters section usually begins about page 14 or so with a letter from Howard Harris. Howie has been sending letters to the editor for years, decades maybe. For years, he wrote them in haiku.
Howie’s letter is traditionally the first one to go on the page. Howie taught me many years ago (when I first began writing letters about the pantry) that the letters are more or less sorted by when they come in. “Email your letter over on Friday, Thurman. That way you’ll have a good chance of reading it in the Woodstock Times.” Howie’s advice worked every week for years.
Brian quit printing my letters years ago but Howie still plugs along with his weekly letter. A couple of years ago or so, he dropped the haiku and now uses a straight 2-4 paragraph letter denouncing any local activities involving the local Zoning Board of Appeals and whatever else he’s thinking about. His letters have great interest and are probably read by 95% of the people buying the Woodstock Times weekly. Personally, I miss the haiku.
Standard letters written by Woodstockers include:
comments on the Arab Israeli conflict,
opinion pieces on all sides of whatever local fight is in progress,
thank you letters offering recognition about a job well or poorly done.
During election season, the Letter section is filled to capacity with letters for and against the various candidates and the issues they represent.
But, no matter what’s happening, I look forward to Sparrow’s message.
One thing the Woodstock Times does not have is a list of breakins, brawls, speeding tickets. If we want to read about that stuff, we have to buy the Daily Freeman. While it’s nice that the Woodstock Times doesn’t waste space on sleaze, it gives the reader the feeling that nothing ever goes wrong around here. This is definitely not the case. We have as many vandals around here as any other town but we just don’t mention them.
An important part of the paper is the weekly listing of meetings which usually appears at the top of page 3. These meetings are important. Whenever a decision is brewing, interested parties and protestors need to know exactly where and when the meeting will be held. It will never do to show up at the wrong time or place (which I did once).
Town Board Meetings are big sellers with a list of commenters who sign up a few minutes before the meeting so they can have a 2-minute “say” about anything they want in the “Public be Heard” segment of the meeting. Always popular in this segment is comment about any project that is just beginning, is ongoing, or is finished.
The Woodstock Times is delivered to Woodstock stores every Thursday afternoon after 2:00. Apart from the first section featuring news, letters, meetings, obituaries, the second section is a real seller. That’s the Almanac. Everything that’s happening around here, both large and small, appears in the Almanac.
My favorite section in the whole Woodstock Times is the cartoon by Swami Salami. Swami Salami’s cartoon is displayed, usually, in the upper left hand corner of page 15. My week is just not complete without seeing Michael Esposito’s message.
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At a time that fits your schedule on the Winter Solstice, December 21st, please take a moment to join with fellow mankind to focus on a vision of peace and harmony for all species on our planet.
Get comfortable in some place quiet, private.
Inhale deeply and slowly. Breathe in love, gratitude, and the energy of new beginnings. When you exhale, breathe out all negativity.
Continue with this breathing pattern as you breathe in love, gratitude, and the energy of new beginnings. Exhale all negativity.
Begin to be more grounded and feel calmer.
When you are ready, envision the Winter Solstice as the turning point of the year for all beings. See the Winter Solstice for what it is…a re-birth for all and a time of positive new encounters.
Envision a Planet Earth where all beings know and feel a connection to one another.
Envision a Planet Earth where all beings work together and coexist in mutual respect.
Envision a Planet Earth where all beings live in harmony and are dedicated to deepening an understanding of one another with love and gratitude.
Envision a Planet Earth where all beings use our new energy brought by the Winter Solstice for peace.
Sit quietly for a short time with this meditation and absorb the positive new energy surrounding you.
Now, move a bit as you reenter the present. Feel comfortable repeating your Winter Solstice meditation reinforce the experience and your intention for the coming year.
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Do you attend a yoga class regularly?
Well, you’re missing out.
Well, actually, I’m missing out, too. I used to take a yoga class every day.
Then, life happened and I really just never got back into the daily morning yoga groove. But, it’s okay. I found Carolyn Abedor. So, now, I take a morning yoga class at 9:30 every Thursday.
What can I say? With Carolyn Abedor teaching our class, I feel better than I’ve felt in years. What’s her secret? Carolyn takes her class time seriously. She focuses on our spines so that we stand straighter. We breathe better. Our balance improves.
I feel more confident when I have a class with Carolyn because my body is rejuvenated. I know this reads redundantly but it’s true. I know that my chance of falling is smaller after a class with Carolyn.
So, after a class with Carolyn, I stand taller, with happier shoulders. I walk straighter on stronger legs.
But, that’s not all. An hour with Carolyn and yoga is an hour promoting homeostasis which is all important. I leave the class more grounded. I feel that I have offered my spiritual body a chance to harmonize itself through Carolyn’s instruction.
During the hour, wellness is all important. Joint health stays on the agenda. Emotional balance is part of the routine.
Okay, you’ve got the picture I think. Where is Carolyn? She’s in the yoga building at Access PT on Route 212 next to St. Gregory’s.
And, what makes Carolyn so fancy? Well, it’s her experience and her credentials. She’s a physical therapist AND a yoga teacher. This combination of education and training and experience make Carolyn an exceptionally wonderful teacher.
I LOVE Carolyn!
I look forward to seeing you on Thursdays at 9:30!
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Sometimes I’m just grateful for kind words and surprises. I don’t ask why I got selected. I just enjoy. And, that includes ice cream!
I feel that way about Nancy’s Ice Cream Parlor in the brick building across the street from the library. I don’t know why she chose to bring her fabulous ice cream to Woodstock instead of a hundred other adorable communities in our area. And, frankly, I don’t care. I’m not even bothering to ask her.
I just show up and order the ice cream, eat the treat, get blissed out and return home smiling.
Nancy uses only the purest ingredients to make the many flavors of ice cream on the premises. They are sourced locally. Her chocolate, for example, comes from Fruition. The result is a product which, when eaten, has the potential to be a spiritual experience. What more can I ask for?,
Specials, that’s what. Just the other day it was blueberry pie a la mode.
Nancy’s Ice Cream was open over the winter, too. For some strange reason, I just never noticed it until this July. Well, now that I know about Nancy, I’m hoping she’ll stay open over the winter this year.
If you haven’t tried Nancy’s Ice Cream, go on over and enjoy the best milk shake you’ve ever had…or the best sundae you’ve ever had…or the best…….you name it.
And, spread the good news. Nancy’s come to town!
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Today, I was at Maria’s early. We went for breakfast there because I’m convinced she’s got the best breakfast in town. So, I’m over there every chance I get. For meals other than breakfast, Maria has homemade pastas with her own special sauces. Special oriental dishes are prepared fresh daily and fresh cooked salmon is on the menu always.
But, Maria’s has more to offer than authentic Italian food and fabulous breakfasts. I saw several people seated at tables both inside the restaurant and outside on the patio under the shade of trees and umbrellas. The unspoken rule is this: When I see a small group of people at a table away from everyone else, I just pretend they aren’t there.
After all, we all need a quiet, private place to visit, work out a deal, network, try to get a vote in a local project…or whatever. Woodstock is a small town and if we don’t go to Maria’s then the only other option is someplace in Kingston like Florentina.
So, when I saw a group of three women at a table with stacks of papers sporting attached colorful tabs, I just went to the other side of the patio.
But, this was morning. Afternoons are the same at Maria’s…only different. In the afternoons, I see local residents sitting at tables just being themselves without attracting attention. Woodstock has a lot of stardust of one kind or another. And, sometimes people enjoy just not being noticed.
After all, if a person wants attention, the place to go is Bread Alone to order a coffee, and look for connection.
The bar at Landau grill offers another place for conversation and connection.
A third place is Catskill Mountain Pizza. People gather there and visit with one another over a slice of pizza, sub sandwich, salad.
A place which can be a kind of mix in the summertime is the Wednesday afternoon Farm Market festival. Locals and tourists alike wander among the stalls, focus on the food at hand and wear invisible blinders. Last Wednesday, I saw more than a few musicians, actors, artists, writers, activists simply being themselves. No one was disturbing them. I’m convinced that some of them have learned to be “invisible” to others when they want to be alone for a little while.
Everyone blended together. Some shopped alone while others enjoyed hugs, gossip. Both groups looked forward to the promise of a perfect meal made up of gorgeous food purchased here.
One person having a rough time being invisible, though, is Rick the Mushroom Hunter. He can be tracked down at every Farm Market Festival. The mushrooms he sells must be discovered in the forest. This requires a special person.
Rick is just that person. He doesn’t have a booth because he carries his prizes in a small cardboard box.
Throughout the summer, Rick may offer
hens of the woods.
These prized jewels are gifts from the wild. They have a different aroma, color, texture, energy from their domesticated cousins.
A meal including one of Rick’s discoveries is transformed into a mystical, magical creation. The dining experience becomes spiritual so the soul is fed as well as the body.
How long has it been since you prepared a dish with one of these wild, wonderful gifts of nature?
That’s tooo long!
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When the forsythia blooms, I always rejoice. I’ve survived another Woodstock winter. It’s not that winter here is bad…it’s just that we always lose some plants and some businesses.
We lose people, too. One winter my peers were dying at the rate of about one a week. It made for some depressing chats at Bread Alone, for sure.
So…when the forsythia blooms I walk around the town and see what plants and what businesses have survived. To put it another way, I’m looking for the casualties. This winter has been very mild and the casualties have been few overall. Woodstock is ready for its annual rebirth. As are the residents.
Provisions is still open. Hurrah!
The T-shirt parlor is actually sporting a Help Wanted sign in the window. We don’t see many of those in Woodstock, so it’s a welcome diversion. Hopefully this will be the start of a new fad and we’ll see more Help Wanted signs around town as business picks up.
There are some empty buildings, though. Down in the financial district, Dr. Longmore’s office is still vacant. Some neighboring store fronts surrounding his old office are also vacant.
On Rock City Road, there are a couple of empty buildings. One shop was open for years and years. Our community will miss this store.
The space behind the Bank of America is still available.
Several months ago Not Fade Away moved into the old Mid Hudson Valley location so the old Not Fade Away store is available now.
The Turquoise Lady has moved into Christine Varga’s old place. So, that means the old Turquoise Lady storefront is vacant.
And, over on Tannery Brook across from the world famous Wooden Kazoo store, there is a new concept being born. The old sign is gone, as is the row boat which, I think, is being replaced by a bathtub. There is a large white flag flying outside.
As I walk around, I see that Fiona is open and filled with wonderful things we can all bring home. I’m suspecting people will be coming from all over the globe to spend a few minutes getting a reading at Fiona’s. It’s certainly worth the trip. After all, when you’re good, you’re good. And Suzan Saxman is good.
And…Pegasus has sandals in the window! Now, that’s a step in the right direction! Sandals mean the summer is going to be here any day now. We can all enjoy life a little more with sandals.
Storefronts tell an economic story about Woodstock and are important to us all here. But, sandals cut right to the soul as they prepare us to play in the stream, shop at the flea market on Saturdays and pick up a bangle at Gwen’s Gems.
Last summer’s dreams have long since been forgotten so the need to fill the gap in our hearts is strong about now. This is the spiritual awakening we all look forward to experiencing.
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