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God’s eye is on the sparrow

Wednesday, July 2, 2014

“Why do I feel discontented? Why must the shadows fall? God’s eye is on the Sparrow! And I know He thinks of me.” — Old revivalist hymn A year or so ago, Florence Haskell died. She was 90, the widow of Clarence Haskell who with his sons owned and operated Haskell’s Lumber yard on Route 5 in Bernardston. Among her … 0

Said & Done: Giving lady anglers their due

Wednesday, June 4, 2014

The word “women” should have come before “worms” and “world records.” We found “worms” without difficulty, but search as we would, we uncovered nothing under “women.” Our encyclopedia, a massive collection of fishing facts, was published before the surge in the direction of sexual balancing of human rights. That text, barely noting the … 0

Said & Done: Rascals like us never looked back

Thursday, May 1, 2014

It was the Devil that made us do it. I refer to the fact that when the spring mood was on us, we skipped school. The funny part of it was the Devil really did have us by the tail, coercing us down the path to perdition — but we almost never got the Devil for doing what he made us do. We … 0

Said & Done: Who has ever seen the wind?

Wednesday, April 2, 2014

Who has seen the wind? Neither I nor you. But when the leaves hang trembling The wind is passing through. Who has seen the wind? Neither you nor I. But when the trees bow down their heads The … 0

Said and Done: Lollygagging was not Mabel's way

Wednesday, March 5, 2014

This is a Valentine’s remembrance for a lady no longer here. She is worth remembering. Mabel always wore widow’s weeds. There was no need for it. She had never lost a husband, for she had never married. We often saw her, dressed in black from head to toe, … 0

Said & Done: We have missed something

Thursday, February 6, 2014

Possum sitting on a hick’ry limb Hie-away, hie-away home. The buckshot makes short work of him — Hie-away, hie-away home. Put him on a spit and roast him sweet, And then he’s fit for a king to eat. … 0

Said & Done: Water water everywhere, but how do you supply a naval vessel with some to drink?

Thursday, December 5, 2013

A letter has come here from a Boston correspondent who reports he found a recent Recorder Thanksgiving issue especially good reading. He noted that he, like so many county veterans, celebrated more than one Thanksgiving away from home during military duty days. He wondered then, and still wonders, … 0

Speaking of Nature: In deeper reverence, praise

Thursday, November 7, 2013

“We plow the fields and scatter The good seed on the land. And it is fed and watered By God’s almighty hand. He sends the snow in winter The warmth to swell the grain, The breezes and the … 0

Birders ... in a limited sense

Thursday, October 4, 2012

Three pileated woodpeckers flew in a column tracing capital in their undulating flight. One pileated woodpecker at a time is a fair rarity, three is a bonus. That sighting was made several years ago in the course of a hike in Vermont. it was in the fall when … 0

Said and Done 

Thursday, October 10, 2013

Said & Done Paul Seamans We plow the fields and scatter The good seed on the land. And it is fed and watered By God’s almighty hand. He sends the snow in winter The warmth to swell the grain, The breezes and the sunshine And soft refreshing rain. … 0

Woodchucks: A cautionary tale

Thursday, May 9, 2013

Charlie Weeks, our New Hampshire neighbor, boasted one year that he had shot and killed more than 50 woodchucks that were stealing from his vegetable garden. Our faith in Charlie’s honesty thinned when Charlie added that he cooked and ate the animals that were robbing him. We have … 0

That bull, he’d seen it all before

Wednesday, August 28, 2013

The first time we went to a county fair, we had a dollar to spend. Just what we spent it on, I don’t remember. I do remember that one of us spent a dime on a “chance” and it paid off. I have other memories of that fair, … 0

Said & Done: Life and foxes

Friday, September 6, 2013

The other day I ran over a chipmunk. It was not a small tragedy. It cost the animal its life. It has caused me considerable anguish. I still feel bad about it. I suppose you could say I hadn’t so much run over the chipmunk is that it … 0

Go where the wild geese go

Saturday, January 12, 2013

The best part of a trip to Boston is the drive back to Greenfield. Not that Boston lacks charm and attraction. It’s a fine place to visit, but you wouldn’t want to live there. It doesn’t matter whether it’s Boston, or any other of our supersize cities, if … 0

A story of death, a story of life

Thursday, March 7, 2013

We pulled the car window down to witness an animal confrontation as funny as it was desperate. Two crows were doing their best to beat a squirrel out of an ear of corn. The squirrel was not to be intimidated. It had salvaged the corn from beneath snow … 0