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May Day was first celebrated as a pagan festival honoring Flora, the Roman goddess of flowers. It marked the change between winter and summer, falling exactly a half year from November 1st. When I was a young girl I would make a paper basket, fill it with flowers and leave it on my neighbor's door. After ringing the bell I would run home to wait for the call telling me how surprised and delighted they were to find the gift. On May 13th we take time to honor Mothers. The origins of Mother's Day go back to the goddess Isis who was celebrated as the mother of the pharaohs. Fast forward to 1870's when Julia Ward Howe proclaimed the day in response to having seen the devastation of the Civil War. She saw it as the futility of sons killing other mother's sons. The day is intended to celebrate peace and motherhood. Memorial closes the month as we take time to remember the people who have died serving in the military. Several towns have claimed ownership for the holiday, in 1966 President Lyndon Johnson named Waterloo, NY as the birthplace of Memorial Day. The annual Sharon Springs Garden Party is held on Memorial Day weekend, Sat. and Sunday from 9-5. - a preview of events is on page 7 THE BACK STORY, AS THEY SAY I was asked to write a short mission statement about The Chatter for Tony's (Black Cat Cafe) soon to be released, updated book about Sharon Springs. I thought I would share it with you. The premiere edition of The Sharon Springs Chatter rolled off the presses, so to speak, in July of 2011. If you had asked me 2 weeks before if I had planned to publish a local paper I would have thought you were being outrageous. But kismet, being the prime director of my life, took charge again.
a chipmunk in a freezer. Literally, a half hour after reading this I thought, Hmmm, I think I will start a local paper - and did. The premise is to share news, stories, recipes, gardening tips, events - really anything goes as long as it isnt negative or hurtful - there is room for everyone to participate and, thankfully, many have and do contribute each month. It is not, nor meant to be, a profound literary journal - although surely touches on that . . . maybe, a little, sometimes? It is meant to chatty and that it is! It all began with an email from Josh. He is the originator of the great by-line, Sharon Springs chatters like
It is available in hard copy (free - but donations are appreciated) at locations throughout the village as well as online at www.beekman1802.com and at http://thesharonspringschatter.files.wordpress.com.
train. The train screeched to a halt, the fight ended, the hop pickers persuaded the crew to back up, and group transformed itself instantaneously from a fighting mob a good-natured helping community. This interview can be found in The Short Season of Sharon Springs an excellent source of historical information on our quirky little village. Sadly, the Hops era ended in the 1920s when a blue mold blight destroyed the crops. For a time Prohibition criminalized the manufacture of beer, and when it ended new sources in Oregon provided the nations hops. There are a few growers in New York today hopefully well see a recovery!
Once upon a time we three called the citys ancient walled medina our homerenting a broken-down daughter dubbed Eeow and Tiny Eeow); a pair of falcons (Mama Bird and Baby Boy, who never learned to
courtyard house for $300 a month and living with an ebb and flow of stray cats (two of whom our fly); parakeets (Fred and Ginger), and a startlingly ferocious chow chow (Assad, Arabic for lion). Thanks to the attentions of our housekeeper, Maria Ounzal; our houseman, Hamoud El Foukahi, and the teachers at French, both of which she lost completely upon our return to America when she was five. Now she wants to pick up at least one of those languages up again, since our recent walks through the medina brought her face to face with children who called out to her in words she could no longer understand. This recent trip to Morocco gave us the chance to reintroduce Catherine to some of the childhood experiences and people she barely remembers. Waiters, hotel doormen, even the aged and startlingly beautiful beggar woman we always respectfully called Madameshe still spends mornings crouched in a well-trafficked corner near our old house asking passersby for spare changecould not believe the tiny American girl they called la petite gazelle had turned into une jeune femme. Catherines taste buds welcomed the sumptuous stews known as taginesone with chicken, green olives, and preserved lemon was a flavor explosion, she exultedto pistachio yogurt, an incredible flavor that I can never seem to find on this side of the Atlantic. Each day, our daughter insisted we purchase a plump disc of home-baked bread from the nearest vendor (cost: one dirham, or about nine cents), which we then proceeded to slowly devour while strolling to a public garden or a favorite restaurant. (One afternoon we lunched on a hotel terrace, a couple of tables away from the king of Moroccos wife.) On grocery runs we mostly spurned the modernity of the smart Acima supermarket in favor of the grimy, cole Hilali, Catherine, then two years of age, ended up speaking fluent baby Arabic and pretty good bb
noisy, smelly, and altogether thrilling covered marketplace in the old Jewish quarter. There one can purchase live chickens or rabbits and then wait while they are butchered and dropped into thin plastic bags to carry home for cooking. (Catherinewho rarely flinches when watching Emily Deschanel probe a central square, the Djemaa el Fna, where we sat on stools in front of two veiled ladies, who decorated our stylized vines and flowers. cadaver on Boneswas disgusted.) Late one afternoon my daughter and I stopped in the medinas vast hands with arabesques of henna that temporarily stain the skin with delicate inky patterns resembling
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Most curious of all for Catherine, however, was Dar Nouri, the magical house we borrowed from an American couple that moved to Marrakech shortly after we left. Known as a riad, with long narrow rooms built around a spacious tiled courtyard open to the sky, it is part of a centuries-old mosque complex and flew through the day, was a bowl of light, waxing and waning as the sun moved from east to west.
resembles no house in upstate New York. During the day the white-painted courtyard, into which birds Punctuating our days and nights was the muezzins call to prayerAllhu Akbar, or God is the Greatest here amplified by speakers mounted on the lacy minaret next door. Being so long away from Morocco, nearly five years now, the hypnotic chant startled us at first, as it is exceptionally loud and, to some curmudgeons, ill timed (the first call starts before dawn). But within hours, we were used to the melodic wail again, even anticipating it, as it marked the passage of time, like church bells, only different. Aesthete" at www.architecturaldigest.com Thank you, Mitchell Owens, Special Projects Editor at Architectural Digest. You can read his blog "The
architecture and culture of Paris. It came to me, as we were flying home, beyond the obvious allure of the
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NEWS FROM THE SHARON SPRINGS FARMERS MARKET Did you know the Sharon Springs Farmers Market is still accepting applications for vendors? We are particularly looking for a baker and a cheese/dairy vendor, though meat vendors are also welcome to apply. Do you create art or make a special food product? Give Kate a call at 518 935 0940 or email us at sharonspringsfarmersmarket@yahoo.com. The season will be starting soon! Join us June through October from 9-2 at our new location on the porch of the Roseboro Hotel, Main Street. BLACK CAT CAFE NEWS
Blaak & Mac, mac 'n cheese using the Fabulous Beekman Blaak cheese and goat milk is new on the menu. Also, for the 6th consecutive season we will be offering picnics to Glimmerglass Festival Patrons.
continued to carve his whole life. His subject matter included not only farm vehicles but also people, which he began to carve in response to the requests of his patrons.. We invite you to come see his works, support our event and hear The Rusty Doves perform a wide variety of American music, for more information www.cvartworks.org
Non piu mesta from the famous final aria of Rossini's La Cenerentola (Cinderella). It features works for violin and guitar by Chopin, Molino, Hubay, Anderson, Bull and other ocmposers. Performers are from Musicians of Ma'alwych, a chamber music ensemble in residence at the Schuyler Mansion NYS Historic Site and Schenectady Community College. Ann-Marie Barker Schwarts, violinist and guitarist, Sten Yngvar Isachsen will perform. Seating for 50, reservations are 10.00 per person. There will be refreshments by A Taste of Europe as well as a house tour and an opportunity to meet the performers. The concert is supported by the Arkell Foundation, AMT/Lanning and Beth Brandell of Sharon Springs, The Sterling Insurance Company, The American Hotel and Beekman 1802.
For reservations call Robert Gosselink 518 284-2259 or email - gosselrj@midtel.net. This concert will close-out the Garden Party. Stay tuned for details about the September concert that will pianist, Michael Clements. be held in conjunction with The Harvest Festival. Performers will be Leo Milman, cellist Linda Magill and
A CALL FOR ARTISTS AN ART COLLECTIVE The American Hotel and the Village Hall Gallery are collaborating to host an Art Collective. There is no entry fee or jury process. Your obligation, as an artist, is to let us know you will be there and show up in time to have your work on display by 10 AM stay until the end of the event at 6:00 PM. You are responsible for all sales, collecting tax, setting up and cleaning your area before you leave. We have a number of artists signed up but the more the merrier. It is the day before Father's Day June Sharon Springs what's not to like? It will be a fun, easy day to mingle, to sell and have a good time. AND the American Hotel will be serving lunch not to be missed! contact us with questions and/or to reserve a space -
Heidi at the American Hotel 518.284.2105 or Leila at Village Hall Gallery 518.284.2402.
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Send your stories, curiosities and musings to villagehallgallery@gmail.com. Or call 518 284-2402
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