Friday, June 28, 2013
We had our first play practice for my play entitled Mystery of the Buttercup, which is a historical event that took place in Long Lake in 1885. It went well. We will have dress rehearsal on August 7, and the play will be August 9 at 7:30 at the Long Lake Town Hall where the mystery will be revealed. I have contacted the Adirondack Creative Arts Center in Blue Mountain Lake, and they kindly offered costumes, and props I may be able to use.
On August 10 at 1:30 PM during the Historical Weekend Exhibit, we are planning to have a panel of old timers who worked at the once magnificent Sagamore Hotel. They will relate a story or two about what it was like to work there, what they did, and how the hotel looked. One panel member told me that it was a spectacular sight at night with all the lights on. She said it looked like a castle!
My creative writing class starts July 10th, and I am so looking forward to seeing some of my old friends who have come almost every year. I am also looking forward to meeting new people. The sessions go from 11:30-1:00PM, and you can come to one session or all five, and the best part is that they are FREE. We actually write most of the time we are there. One participant has written three songs. We have fun and it doesn't matter if you are a beginner or a published author, and if you write fiction, nonfiction, poetry or music. You will fit in.
Busy summer planned including going to Scotland with my sister on August 28th for a month. What a life! What a gift I have been given!
Monday, June 3, 2013
One would think that nothing could touch this remote community and the young lovers hidden away in the crags and crevices of these domed mountains, but war has long fingers. This war was a travesty that brought brother against brother; this was the Civil War, which threatened to divide the nation. One fine fall day as Benjamin and Lavonia were finishing their harvest, they spoke of the unspoken. Lavonia had heard about the war. She knew several men who had been called to serve. “Oh, Benjamin, I hope you don’t have to go.”
“Now, Lavonia, I don’t want to go, but I will serve my country if called. In 1862, he was called, and with tears and fears, Lavonia kissed the man she loved good-bye knowing that she may never see him again. Many nights, she sat alone in their cabin on the dark backfield writing to her Benjamin. Working hard helped relieve some of her fears. One gray morning the following spring, she was digging through the dirt preparing a garden. Lavonia was struggling with the rocks, thick tough tree roots, and near impenetrable hardpan soil. She did not hear the man slowly approaching her.