Last Saturday, we attended a lovely wedding (Mark Washburn, a former colleague, and his lovely bride Nancy Garrett) in Lyme Center followed by a reception at the Dartmouth Outing Club in Hanover, NH.
Everything was sophisticated, from the Shaker-style setting of the Lyme Academy Building to Nancy’s dress and garnett necklace to the menu catered and served by the Hanover Inn to the toasts offered by dear friends.
Roger and I chose a simple backyard wedding on Thursday, September 21, 2006 (yes, this is us!). Second marriages for us both. Low-key but what we wanted, hearts full of love and laughter.
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Director Robert Greenwald explores the dirty underbelly of how the big box behometh maintains its hold on the market place while undermining local business infrastructure in this 2005 documentary, Wal-Mart: The High Cost of Low Price.
It also examines how Wal-mart’s personnel practices abuse and disregard the needs of the people who desperately need the jobs the company offers, despite its minimal benefits and illegal personnel practices. Seemingly, Wa-Mart counts on government subsidies not only to build its stores but to also provide health and human services to its employees who can’t afford or are not eligible for their health insurance plan.
The company is systematically destroying small town America. At the same time it offers substandard wages and horrendous living conditions–essentially sweat shops–in China, Bangladesh, and Honduras.
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When I was a young teenager, I read the most marvelous book. It was about a young girl who, with her brother, ran away from their home in Connecticut to the Metropolitan Museum of Art in NYC. The book detailed how they remained undiscovered for over a week, coming and going and tripping over a great mystery while secreted away themselves.
Over the years, I’ve often thought of the book but could never remember its name.
In September, Roger and took a brief honeymoon weekend in Portland, Maine. I’d always wanted to visit that city’s art museum, so that rainy Sunday we enjoyed the jazz brunch and post-impressionists exhibit. After we’d checked out a good deal of the museum (top notch), we spent a leisurely two hours in the museum gift… Continue reading
This past spring my mother sold her house on Lake Winnipesauke in Tuftonboro, NH. The time had come since the upkeep and its expense had become too much for her. She was lucky that the market was still strong and she made a good deal.
Even though I understood why it was necessary, it was devastating — like all losses — to see it go.
Not only was it a lovely spot, right on the water in a quiet cove with a sunset view, but it had seemingly been the one thing that had remained constant from my childhood through my early adulthood to mid-life. I’d visited every summer for 35 years.
Death of relatives, marriage… Continue reading
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