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  • Chemung County Executive Race: Chris Moss (R) 55% Jerome Emanuel (Dem) 29% Krusen (I) 16%
  • 1st District: Pastrick (R) 57% Pucci (Dem) 43%
  • 2nd District: Manchester (R) 69% Saglibene (Con) 30%
  • 3rd District: Sweet (R) 53% Lynch (Dem) 40%
  • 4th District: Brennan (R) 64% Bond (Dem) 35%
  • 5th District: Margeson (R) 64% Stow (Dem) 20% Miller 15% (I)
  • 7th District: Sonsire (Dem) 63% Milliken (R) 36%
  • 8th District: Woodard (R) 58% Callas (Dem) 41%
  • 9th District: Burin (R) 74% Fairchild (I) 25%
  • 12th District: McCarthy (Dem) 50% Collins (R) 45%
  • 13th District: Drake (R) 65% Logan-Lattimore (Dem) 34%
  • 14th District: Smith (R) 68% Heyward (Dem) 31%

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  1. 8 points
    Chemung County has a historic opportunity ahead of us. With nearly every county legislative district contested including the Executive position, the future of the county, sink or swim, rests largely in the hands of the voters. We have the choice of three candidates this year, all of them fine people I’m sure, but there is one I think will deliver the results that Chemung County not only wants, but needs: Sheriff Chris Moss. From Day One, Moss was the first candidate to propose a plan to redistribute sales tax monies back to municipalities throughout Chemung County. This includes the City of Elmira, whose financial woes have made up a large part of the news over the past couple years. Speaking of the City of Elmira, Chris has the ability to work with the city government, unencumbered by the current friction between county and city. He also has the managerial experience to oversee county affairs, and an established relationship with many within the city, town, and county governments. He is the sole candidate with both of those qualifications, I believe. For nearly 20 years the leadership of Chemung County has remained the same. That’s longer than any in the County Executive in the past, and frankly, far too long. Public service shouldn’t be a decades long career. Moss’s platform includes term limits: 2 consecutive 4 year terms for the County Executive, and 3 consecutive 4 year terms for County Legislators. Term limits are long overdue in all forms of government, and finally there’s a candidate who wants to make them happen, if only on the local level. It’s time for a fresh start in Chemung County, someone with not only vision but a track record of getting things done. I fully support Sheriff Chris Moss for Chemung County Executive. Chris Sherwood, Lowman
  2. 5 points
    Fall has finally arrived on Wipjibber Mountain, which means the boys of Troop 000 are back up and running after time off for summer vacation. The scouts are just back from their first camping trip for the 2018-2019 season and I’m told it was one for the history books. In an effort to train for next Summer’s backpacking trip in the Allegheny Mountains, the scouts hiked from the Methodist Church to the property of their scoutmaster, Gary Inzo. It was fair weather for the 5 mile hike with an overnight stop in the woods near the old railway station. The following morning they arrived at Inzo’s property and set up camp. The older scouts instructed their younger charges in the ways of woodcraft including cooking a meal over an open fire. I’m happy to report no injuries other than an incident in which Lawrence Hubschmidt got smoke in his eyes and recoiled, sending his pan full of half done fried potatoes flying through the air. As his spuds returned to earth, some landing in a fresh mug of coffee, just poured, Lawrence lost his balance and went rolling down the hillside, his scoutmaster following closely behind him. Lawrence was uninjured, thankfully, largely in part to the strength of the adult leaders who restrained said scoutmaster until a fresh cup of joe could be poured for him. The adults later remarked it was a good thing Inzo forgot about the shotgun he’d brought in case of a visit by a nuisance bear that’d been having around his place. The scouts enjoyed a rousing game of “Flashlight Tag” in the wooded section of the property until the game took an interesting turn which will not be soon forgotten. Bobby Joe Olson, being designated as the person who was”it”, heard what he suspected to be another scout in a nearby thicket. He snuck up on the unsuspecting boy aided only by the moonlight. He was nearly on his quarry when he heard a low, deep snuffling sound. “B-B-B… BEAR!!!!” he bellowed, before stumbling over a tree root and falling backwards, losing his flashlight in the process. Scoutmaster Inzo, seeing the opportunity to finally be rid of the bear, remembered he'd brought his 12 gauge and, grabbing it, sprinted up the hill towards the sound of Bobby Joe’s yelling. Arriving where the boy was still thrashing in the dry leaves trying to get to his feet he took aim at the thrashing weeds where he knew the bear stood, and let fly with two rounds of buckshot. At the report of the old Remington, Bobby Joe snapped to his senses. He also snapped countless small trees and limbs as he bolted into the night towards camp. Certain the bruin was down, Inzo went to his tent, fetching a lantern and returned with the rest of the group. All were anxious to see the monster which nearly ate their fellow scout. All that is except said scout who was occupied cleaning up the mess in his shorts. Shining the lantern on his trophy, Inzo was immediately crestfallen to find not the bearskin rug he’d long desired, but Ollie, his grandson’s prize Hereford steer which until this weekend was bound for next year’s State Fair. The remainder of the weekend was a somber affair as scoutmaster searched for ways to break the news of the steer’s demise to his grandson. But all agreed it was a weekend they’d never forget. Community Announcements The Wipjibber Mountain Audubon Club will host a Pancake Breakfast at the fire department November 10th from 8-11 am. A free will donation is suggested. Scout Troop 000 announced they will be postponing their annual Fall Spaghetti Dinner. Instead, there will be an “all you can eat” roast beef dinner held in the dining hall of the Methodist Church on Nov. 17th from 4-7pm. Cost is $10 for those 12 and up, children $5. All proceeds will go towards the troops newly planned Summer trip to New York City.
  3. 5 points
    Yep...I saw Santulli's "unbareable" mistake and would have pointed it out if you hadn't! It brakes my heart and hertz my eyes two sea that stuff!
  4. 4 points
    I agree with Adam, The county has done great at steeting businesses to Big Flats. That is just a small portion of our county. I would also like to see a stop to the extra loads of refuse from NYC to the landfill. Yes it has plenty of room but it isn't going to last forever if we keep taking hundreds of tons of garbage from other areas. In 20-30 years we will be paying other places to take our garbage.
  5. 4 points
    Things have been rather peaceful here on Wipjibber Mountain this Summer, other than the sound of griping as the farmers try to get the hay in between rainfalls. It’s been so wet here this year that folks don’t need to dress up those little statues of geese in their front yards anymore, what with the real geese out there holding umbrellas. Well, there was some excitement in town after a few of the local boys gave the town quite a scare last month. It seems the McCaney boys and Pete Crabbe decided to go whitewater rafting in the crick after several days of rain. Pete says they were doing fine until they slammed into a tree trunk and fell off the tire tube. Pete ended up downstream a ways, the current so strong it ripped his swimsuit clean off. Stark naked, he ran to get help while Jimmy and Billy held on to Cal Hendrick’s barbed wire fence, which Jimmy later reported woulda took his head clean off had he not ducked underwater. Unable to see Pete, they screamed for help, attracting Cal’s dairy herd, which weren’t much use. Cal grabbed the first thing he could find, which happened to be his logging chain, and led by a bare bottomed Pete, run to the crick to drag the two out. His first attempt to throw them the chain missed... sort of. His following attempts more successful, Cal managed to drag the boys out of the water on to dry land. He gave the trio a good talking to, and they begged Cal not to tell their folks. But it was already too late as the site of a naked teenage boy pounding on the back door gave new meaning to “flash flooding” for Cal’s wife and town gossip, Onalee. Not counting Onalee’s nervous condition being set off, the boys were fine and casualties few other than a few stitches on Billy McNaney’s forehead where Cal’s logging chain hit him. Two of the three were the source of further consternation in town when "Mooch" Mitchell showed up at the Urgent Care Sunday last hollering he'd been poisoned and needed his stomach pumped. Doc, somewhat irked by being dragged away from the race on the waiting room TV, told Mooch to calm down and tell him what happened first. It seems while their folks were off in Millport visiting family, the boys were left home to stack wood. Mooch stopped to see if they wanted to go fishing and declined requests to lend a hand so they could. After an hour they boys figured it was time for lunch so they went in, followed by a now eager Mooch Mitchell. As they fried up a couple cheeseburgers Mooch mentioned he was feeling a little peckish himself. Jimmy offered to make him a burger, but would Mooch go back out to the woodlot and grab his water bottle while he cooked it? The prospect of food heightened Mooch's ambition, and he did. The three sat down on the porch and dove into their meal, the McNaney boys' intently watching as Mooch ate his own. With about two bites left, Billy burst out in laughter and screamed, "It's a GainesBurger!!!! Harharhar!!!" Well, Mooch thought it was a joke, but on further examination found that the "meat" was indeed a little queer looking. Spitting out the mouthful he had, he dropped his plate and bolted for there Urgent Care, convinced he'd been poisoned. Well, Nurse Crandall talked the boy down in short order, assuring him he hadn't, in fact, been poisoned. She gave him a glass of water and a popsicle before sending him home, cautioning him to be more careful about who makes his sandwiches in the future. Doc further advised him to avoid walking past the fire hydrant in front of the Methodist Church on the way home, just in case.
  6. 4 points
    Attending my Owego Free Academy 45th class reunion on July 28, 2018, it was great to see and chat with several former classmates. We were the 100th class to graduate from OFA, and the first class to graduate from the new high school building – such honors! Having moved 15 times by the time I was 15, attending five different schools, learning to make new friends at each school, I’ve held onto many treasured memories. With the reunion in mind, I just had to share this blog originally posted in 2013. Oh, the childhood memories of places we’ve been and the friends we’ve made! Don’t you just love to visit with friends from long ago, remember childhood fun, and recall the good ol’ days when life was simpler? I suspect we all have precious memories tucked away, ready to be pulled out every so often. It’s a chance to gaze back in time, to smile anew on fun shared by all. But, I’m sure I’m not alone in having some memories that bring emotions to the surface, and tears to the eyes. Twice a year as our children grew up, we’d visit back and forth with my childhood friend and her husband, Hugh. Kathy and I were friends in East Palmyra – in church, in class at the Christian school, and in playing at our homes. We continued our friendship via snail mail after my family moved away in 4th grade, just before I turned 10. It was a very painful and emotional move for me – away from farm life, away from the best friends I’d ever known to city life in Clifton, New Jersey where I was born, and where my dad’s parents and siblings’ families lived. It was an unwelcome change. I hated city life, was horribly homesick, and cried for weeks. But, life got better as I let go of childhood pain and released the sadness. Though there were difficult times and events in Clifton, I now find many good memories to replay in my mind’s eye. It was an era when my sister and I could walk or bike everywhere without fear. And then there was the time we biked from our eastern side of Clifton to where our grandparents lived all the way on the other side. When my grandmother opened the door to our knock, trust me, she was not pleased… because no had known where we were! Still, with the used bikes my grandfather gave us, we felt so rich! I treasure memories of fishing with my dad in northern Jersey lakes, and of spending time with my grandparents. My grandmother was a former professional seamstress who taught me to sew clothes and quilts – and to rip it out if it wasn’t right and sew it over again, more than once as I recall! This little Dutch immigrant had an unspoken life motto - “If it’s worth doing, it’s worth doing right!” How I miss her greeting us at the door with a hug and always sweetly saying, “Hello Dear!” in her Dutch accent. Admittedly, my favorite memories are those of my childhood on the farms, and the fun my sister and I had back when there was no technology to ruin what our little minds could conjure up. My earliest memories, though, begin after we moved back from Delta Junction, Alaska. My dad had a foreign assignment in the Army, stationed at Fort Greeley before Alaskan statehood. He wanted to homestead, but my Mom wasn’t keen on the idea, so back to New Jersey we went. I’ve often wished I’d been old enough to remember the trip and the beautiful sights down the Al-Can Highway back to the States; but, then again, as I heard about the road without guardrails next to steep cliffs, of an old car with a steering wheel that caught at the most inopportune times (like coming around a curve and heading straight for a cliff when, at the last moment, the steering engaged again for my Mom, preventing us from plummeting off the cliff), maybe I’m glad I wasn’t old enough to remember that trip. Dad got rid of that car as soon as they got into Washington state, and they took a train east to Newark, NJ where my grandparents brought us back to their home. Dad next went to work on the Everson Farm in Clifton Springs, NY. I have photos of that time, but my first memories begin when he worked on the Wychmere Farm in Ontario/Sodus, NY. I clearly recall that, at age 3-4, we drove down a lane to a Lake Ontario beach where I floated in an innertube. Seeing a ship on the horizon, my child’s mind feared it would “run me over!” Then, imagine my excitement when, while dating my husband-to-be, Ed, my friend, Kathy, and her husband, Hugh, took us to that very same lane and beach near Chimney Bluffs and it was totally familiar to me, remembered from all those years ago! Next, on the Breemes farm in Marion, NY, my sister and I could be seen playing in and around the barn; milking “my cows” with an old tea kettle on the bank-barn’s wall ledge while standing on a bale of hay as Dad milked his cows; throwing rocks into mud/manure puddles with my sister, and accidentally following those rocks into the muck. My brother, Charlie, was born that year, an interloper to our fun… or so I thought at that age. Later, we once again moved back to Clifton, NJ where I went to kindergarten, a big girl walking several blocks by myself to school. Returning to Marion, NY the following year, we had many more adventures with Fran and Betty DeVries while living upstairs in their beautiful Victorian house on their parents’ farm. I still remember the layout of their barn, helping a few times to put milking machines together, watching their Dad put in silage with the belt-driven unloader off the tractor. My Dad knew Gerald and Joann from the Sussex, NJ Christian Reformed Church when he was herdsman for old Mr. Titsworth after graduating high school. Actually, Mr. Titsworth was a direct descendant of Willem Tietsoort who settled in that area after the 1690 Schenectady massacre, purchasing extensive lands from the northern Jersey Indians. Unknown to our family back then, my genealogy research several years ago discovered a daughter of Willem Tietsoort was one of my mother’s ancestors! Moving up the road to the spacious farmhouse on the Musshafen tenant farm brought more fun as we meandered the fields, and walked back up the road to spend time with Fran and Betty. My Dad bought a steer from Mr. DeVries to raise for beef. We girls named him Elmer… as in Elmer’s Glue! My sister and I thought it was more fun running between rows in the garden instead of our weeding chore. Brother Mark was born here, with Charlie anxiously asking, “When can he play ball with me?” My Dad’s sister, Aunt Hilda, taught us the little ditty, “On top of spaghetti...” Needless to say, whenever I recall that song, it is always with images from that house as the poor little meatball rolls off our dining room table, out the back door, down the cement steps, down the slope, past the garden and under the lilac bushes this side of a small creek! We shelled endless piles of peas and snapped mountains of beans, and, I’m ashamed to say, threw some under those lilac bushes when we got tired of it all. We practiced our fishing techniques, aiming to put the dobber into a bucket though I don’t believe we were too accurate. We caught tadpoles and watched them grow into frogs in jars before returning them to the creek. And we tried to fry an egg on the road on a very hot summer day… well, the adults always said it was so hot you could…! Next, as tenants on the Bouman farm on Whitbeck Road, fun found us running with Ruth, Annette and Grace in the haymow, catching my shoe on baling twine and tumbling down to the wooden floor below, barely a foot away from the upturned tines of a pitch fork and getting a concussion; traipsing over the fields and through the woods; walking among the cows in the pasture only to be chased by a very indignant new mom for getting too close to her baby and barely making it under the fence with her hugeness right behind me; roller skating, only once, on a pond because we didn’t have ice skates; building snow forts, sledding down the hill outside the barnyard; playing telephone as we kids all sat in a circle, laughing at how the secret message had changed from the first person to the last; playing Mother May I, Red light, Green light, and Hide and Seek; learning to ride bike under Grace’s tutelage with resultant scraped-up knees; playing at friend Kathy’s home, sledding down their hill and across the field when a train came through, freezing up and not thinking to roll off - thankfully, the sled came to a stop a few feet away from the track as I looked up in horror at the train rushing by; voraciously reading every book I could get my hands on, a life-time habit; and so much more…! Oh such fun!! Then, abruptly, we moved back to city life in Clifton, NJ. Sadly, Dad left much behind, including the unique doll house made especially for us girls when I was in kindergarten. Now, we enjoyed visiting often with our grandparents, and loved the family gatherings for every main holiday on the calendar. When brother Andy arrived, my sister and I, at ages 10 and 11, were responsible every week for months for hauling the family laundry in a wagon to the laundromat across the street from the bar at the top of our block, washing and folding it all (we became little pros, respected by all adults doing their own laundry), and getting to buy treats like 5-cent double-stick popsicles, way bigger than today’s version! We taught Charlie to ride bicycle in the former train station’s empty parking lot across from the end of our block. Our Dad took us fishing to northern Jersey lakes and on Clifton’s Garret Mountain with its great vista overlooking the cities to the New York City skyline, all fishing holes from his childhood. We two girls enjoyed traipsing the city unsupervised and unaccosted, walking or biking everywhere to parks and the city library, and to Passaic Christian School and then Christopher Columbus Junior High 12 blocks from home. I can still visualize so much of the city like the back of my hand, forever frozen in time. After four years, my heart rejoiced when we moved back to New York, through the outskirts with heavy traffic and hippies of the Woodstock Festival on Saturday, August 16, 1969. Our long drive ended in Lounsberry, half-way between Owego and Nichols, where the odor of neighboring farms was heavenly. Here, my latter teen years were spent caring for three-dozen-some chickens, 6 Muscovy ducks and their newly-hatched ducklings (who grew to provide us with fine dining), my lamb, and mare, War Bugg, a beautiful grand-daughter of Man O’ War… along with our youngest brother, Ted. I was, admittedly, very disappointed he was not a little girl, but I soon fell in love with him and those big blue eyes as my sister and I helped care for him. After all, we were “pros” in baby care by then! Simply spending time recalling precious memories of family and friends in a long-ago world brings a few tears and many smiles to my heart… So, what cherished memories do you have that are waiting to be brought to mind and shared? Going back home… Linda A. Roorda Going back home within my mind To simple retreats of childhood days Holding sweet memories of yesterday Like quiet oases of rest and peace. ~ Stirring emotions that overwhelm On traveling back to gentler times With early images tucked far away On pages engraved in a long-ago world. ~ For what could ever make me forget The fears that then descended strong With dog at fence and thunderstorm To shake the world of toddlerhood. ~ While a life-long love was built in scenes Of farming and learning beside my Dad With laughter heard through carefree days In adventures had by my sister and me. ~ The many homes of my younger days Are shelters now for cherished views As dear and precious memories enhance Wistfully perfect they ever remain. ~ But tucked within the pages recalled Are days of change and tender tears Moving away and losing friends Through a lifetime lived, they’re never forgot. ~ Yet often they say it’s just not the same We can’t return to scenes of our youth That life and times are forever changed The rift between then and now is too great. ~ But as I gaze on all that once was I find it’s okay to let the tears flow As they wash away the lingering pangs To leave my heart refreshed and clean. ~ So I shall always savor the joy Of going back home within my mind And holding dear those treasured days Of childhood mem’ries and lessons learned. ~~ 09/21/13 All rights reserved. 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  7. 4 points
    It has been a while since I've put "pen to paper". For some unknown reason the words aren't flowing easily for me. Certainly, I've had ideas and I have several drafts of stories but nothing that comes together the way I'd like, nothing that makes me happy. Another bit of a problem I'm having is writing stories on two different sites and then keeping track of what I wrote where. I'm thinking it's probably a good idea to stay with one site, the Telegram, but I worry about copying my stories from the other site to this site in case some here have already read them. Yep, over-thinking again, I do that quite often. Anyway, this is a true story I posted a couple of years ago, I don't remember where, but I'd like to share it again. I'd also like to say "thank you” to my editor for inserting two graphics that I believe add just the right touch to this story. I hope you enjoy. When I was younger, Mom was always just Mom, someone you loved but also sometimes feared. As children we don’t realize that Moms are also individuals with feelings, frustrations, dreams, hopes and regrets. Never perfect but with many facets of personality that make up the person we call Mom. I have memories of Mom wearing rolled up jeans, saddle shoes and sometimes a kick ass attitude. I remember occasions when she went nose to nose with someone who did something she didn’t like. She wasn’t always the winner but she also didn’t often back down. When I first wrote this story I had always believed she was just upset about the spitting. I’ve re-read it and thought about things and have come to realize that perhaps anger and frustration for someone else was probably the motivation for her actions that day. I don’t know if she ever apologized to anyone or felt bad about that day but I guess it really doesn’t make any difference. She was Mom…not Perfect. Anyone who knew my mother knew her as a kind, generous, loving woman who absolutely adored her family and who opened her door to any and all in need. Ask any of my sons about their Grandmother and the first thing you’ll see is a softening of their face. A gentle look comes into their eyes and you’ll see a bit of a smile tinged with sadness as they think about her. They remember the older, gentler, kinder woman; I remember the younger, feisty woman you didn’t want to piss off. One summer day we were visiting my mother’s parents. One of our male cousins was staying with our grandparents for the summer and, as me the child remembers, he was about 7 years old, a red-headed, whinny, tattle-tale brat so I’ll refer to him as Cousin B. This particular day, Mom had reached her limit with him and his pissiness and she said it was time to go home. My sisters and I were in the back seat of our car with the window down. Cousin B. walked up to our window and spit at us. He stood there smirking until my mother’s car door opened. In a flash, Mom was out of the car and reaching for him. He took off running up the alley probably figuring she wouldn’t go after him because she was too old being in her late 20’s or early 30’s. Wrong…….she was hot on his heels. The exact moment he realized he was in for it, that Mom was mad as hell and not giving up the chase until she caught him, he started screaming for our Grandmother. “Help, help me Nanny, help” he yelled. The way he was screaming for our Grandmother I’m sure they heard him in Corning. Dad started laughing because Mom was really moving. Our Grandparents came running out of the house as Cousin B. ran past them into the house with Mom right behind him. “Stay in the car” Dad said as he got out. The next thing I saw was the second story bedroom window open and Cousin B.’s head pop out. With the window open we could hear Mom yelling at him and, realizing she was still after him, he crawled out onto the sun porch roof. Mom came out that window right behind him. My Dad must have explained what had happened because he and my Grandfather were laughing while my Grandmother was yelling at my Mom. Cousin B. was cornered with no place to go as Mom caught up with him on the sun porch roof. By now he’s wailing like a banshee. We stayed in the car like we were told but four heads were squeezed out the back seat window in awe of our mother. She actually caught him and she climbed out on to the roof to do it. “You will apologize” Mom yelled at him. “No…help me Nanny, please” was his reply. My Grandmother starts using the Gaelic so we know she’s really pissed now too. Mom grabs him by the arms and holds him over the edge of the roof. “You will apologize to them all or else” she tells our cousin. “Okay, okay” he cries, believing she’s going to drop him if he doesn’t. At this point my Dad reaches up and takes him from Mom after she lowered him down a bit. As an adult I realize that porch roof was probably only 6 or 7 feet from the ground but to a 7-year-old it probably looked like the Grand Canyon. Mom crawled back through the window, came outside, grabbed Cousin B. and marched him over to the car. He apologized for spitting at us and promised to never do it again. Nanny wasn’t happy with Mom for what she did and continued to yell at her. Cousin B. received a couple of swats on his ass from our Grandfather. No one said much on the drive home as Mom continued to vent her ire. When her temper was up you left her alone if you knew what was good for you. Our cousin never spit again, never antagonized us again and Mom was the only Aunt who never had to speak more than once to him. As he grew older he and Mom actually became close and whenever he was in town he’d stop in and visit with her. The loving, gentle woman my sons remember had fire in her blood and, at times, a temper to match. That fire was just banked to warm, soothing embers as she grew older.
  8. 3 points
    Trump is a third party candidate. While he can be criticized for his style, his beliefs and policies are for the most part the most reasonable out there. He doesn't cater to the special interests such as the Koch brothers or the Chamber of Commerce. He doesn't seem to care about exposing the shadow government of unelected bureaucrats. That is why politicians on both sides of the aisle hate him. Imagine what he could get done if either party would work with him, or if the media didn't find fault with every single thing, and ignore every single accomplishment.
  9. 3 points
    This weekend was lots of fun with the bees. Saturday bad fun, Sunday was the best fun ever. I went to check my most productive hive this year. This one I did a Snelgrove board split in early May which allowed me to save the queen in the original location and, since I moved most of the brood above the board, the workers were focused on making honey. I've already pulled one super of honey a few weeks ago. Saturday I went to check it for honey and make sure it wasn't too strong, found queen cells in the brood box. I figured the queen was still there, but would be heading for a new home soon along with half the bees in the hive. There were fresh eggs still standing on end, and the hive was packed with bees. Since my biggest worry is that my bees will end up in the neighbor's houses, it was time to split. This is why I end up with too many hives, but what am I to do? I tried to find the queen to do another Snelgrove split. No luck despite going through the box twice. So, I decided to try something I read on the internet, shake the bees through a queen excluder into the brood box. About halfway through this process the hive decided they had enough of me. I got a whiff of that familiar banana smell, and then it got ugly in a hurry. See, I'm a slow learner. I was out for a quick check before heading out to a birthday party. For this, I had on just a tee shirt and shorts with just a veil (I'm not that slow of a learner, stings in the nose hurt). If I had known I was going to get this involved I would have gotten suited up. I managed to get the hive closed, but there were too many bees above the excluder to have any chance to find the queen. While I was in the house picking stingers out of my arms and bathing in hydrocortisone, I decided that shaking them through a screen to find the queen is a stupid idea. Bad internet. I was still left with the problem of managing the swarm. Woke up Sunday morning and decided to try a different idea that I had read on the internet ( as I mentioned before, a slow learner), a Taranov swarm. The basic idea here is that you shake every bee in the hive out onto a cloth sheet propped up by a board. The field bees who know where the hive is will return to the hive location. The nurse bees and the queen will stay on the board and can be hived just like a swarm. Which is what they are, an artificial swarm. The set up goes like this. First, set up a new hive on the ground in front of the hive to be split. New foundation is ok, swarms build comb like crazy. Prop up a board on this hive so the end in the air is above the hive. Cover the board with a sheet and fan it out. It is best to have the sun shining directly onto the sheet. The bees don't like bright light and will crawl up the sheet and under the board to escape. Move the hive boxes to be split to the ground not too far away. Shake whatever bees remain on the bottom board onto the sheet. Replace the bottom board in the original location. Put a another empty box onto the bottom board. Now begin shaking the bees from each frame onto the sheet, one frame at a time. Put the shaken frame into the empty box in the original home location. Continue until all frames, and boxes if you have more than one box, have been shaken onto the sheet. Be careful you don't damage the queen cell, if there is one. Even if you do, as long as there are eggs in the brood box the bees will make a new queen. Now wait. The fields bees will fly back to the original hive location and enter the box. The queen and the worker bees who have never left the hive will either climb into the new box, or cling to the bottom of the board under the sheet. Here are some pictures I took during the process. The first one is right after I finished shaking the bees. Notice the bees in the air between the sheet and the hive, these are the field bees. Also notice the cluster of bees on the supers next to the old hive. Those are the supers from the hive I was working yesterday which I couldn't return during the previous day fiasco. I put them on the neighboring hive as a place holder. I ended up returning those supers and the bees in them to the original hive after the split. You can see the top cover to the hive on the ground, which is where I placed the brood box before I started shaking. The second picture shows the bees in process of climbing up the sheet. Notice the bees on the left side of the plank, they are kind of hiding in a bit of shade and not moving. I had to move the sheet to get them in the sunlight. Watching them march up the sheet was an amazing sight. The third image shows the swarm hanging from the bottom of board over the new hive. The queen is most likely in that cluster. This looks just like a natural swarm. I used my tool to carefully knock them down onto the box. Once there they quickly went into the box. The last picture shows the new hive, the bees from the artificial swarm are all in the box. This was taken about an hour after I started the process. This hive was put on a new stand. I'll check it in a week to see if there are signs of a queen. While most of the frames were new foundation, the two outside frames were comb with some honey in them. Later that afternoon there were bees flying around in front of the new hive doing their orientation thing before going out to collect food. I'll check the old hive in about two weeks to see if they made a new queen successfully. In the end, this was the most fun I have ever had in the apiary. It more than made up for my stupidity the day before.
  10. 3 points
    I saw you said that on Facebook and get it. Just knowing someone sees these concerns helps.
  11. 3 points
    This is one area where I am not comfortable speaking publicly at this time. I am a member of the Chemung County Industrial Development Agency Board, and CCIDA owns the Arena. Moreover, I have been working with a small group of people to address many of these issues. Any public statements at this time really need to come through CCIDA Board Chairperson Dave Sheen or CCIDA Executive Director Joe Roman. However, I can state that we all value and greatly appreciate feedback about what the community thinks should happen in the future with respect to the Arena. Your opinions all matter very much.
  12. 3 points
    Sorry for the long delay in replying. I have been doing it here and there for a couple years. It is nice and relaxing and they make good gifts. Check out the kits and stuff here. https://www.pennstateind.com/
  13. 3 points
    What good is any attraction in Elmira when the roads are becoming impassable for normal vehicles? They don't have money to maintain exiting roads, but they have money to destroy some successful businesses and build a roundabout to solve a non-existent problem. There should not be a single taxpayer dollar going to support what is essentially private business until basic needs are taken care of.
  14. 3 points
    My personal concern about the broader issue of legalization (not whether to opt-out) is driving under the influence. I was a prosecutor for many years where I handled cases of driving under the influence of pot, and I now represent the family of the couple killed in a Horseheads crash last year by a driver charged with driving while impaired. Through this work I have seen firsthand that the science for proving a person is impaired by pot is shaky at best. The cases generally require other proof than sobriety and blood tests, and frequently that evidence does not exist. I essentially have a libertarian stance regarding personal consumption of impairing substances, but I worry very much about the effect they have on drivers. Proving impairment by alcohol and other drugs is far easier than pot, and with legalization we will probably have far more high drivers. Moreover, edible cannibis can have an unexpected effect on even seasoned users, and with edibles legal and available it’s reasonable to fear people will get behind the wheel before they realize how impaired they are. Again, this irrelevant to the opt-out question because if marijuana can be grown and purchased in nearby counties, all of these problems will be here too.
  15. 3 points
    Also, anyone find it curious/enraging that the County has been covering, at least a portion, of City Employee's Health coverage? So Our resources here in outer municipalities have been shrinking so that we can keep Elmira going!? high time someone changes that and really start understanding that just because corpses float doesn't mean you can say they can swim
  16. 3 points
    While I'd had a deep mistrust of our county government for years, this whole thing is shedding an even uglier light on it. For the life of me, I cannot see how this Charter has done anything to improve or elevate the conditions in Chemung County since its adoption. What exactly is the advantage over the the Board of Supervisors that preceded this model? All we seem to have to show for adding dozens of bureaucrats, departments and 'development' entities is 40+ years of paystubs and expenditures that came out of taxpayers' pockets....and people in "power" that have little or no regard for our best interests or opinions.
  17. 3 points
    I get the garlic....red sauce on the side! Chris always calls me Francis
  18. 3 points
    I had to go get a bigger tote for a brooder ! No way could they all stay in the other one I have used for quite some time ... Doesn’t look like 25 balls of fluff do they
  19. 3 points
    I agree with becoming a destination. And toward that end, I hope this new county government will work toward simply getting out of the way of business owners (and prospective businesses)…..rather than the past administrations that “invested” taxpayers’ money hand over fist to fund their pet projects. No attraction, service or other business that will honestly draw consumers to the area should need someone to build their venue and pay their utilities. If the profits their consumers provide don’t cover operating expenses, then it is not truly bringing revenue.
  20. 3 points
    Before I submit to my readers the recent news taking place in our fair town these past couple weeks, I would like to update you on a matter discussed in a previous column. You’ll remember on 9 September I told you the story of Mooch Mitchell who, while having lunch with the McNaney boys, inadvertently found his burger contained not USDA Grade A beef but a Gaines-Burger. This prompted a hasty visit to the health clinic where staff assured him the scamps that prepared his sandwich hadn’t, in fact, poisoned him. The story takes an interesting turn however. A sharp eyed reader wrote to tell me that The General Foods Company had ended that line sometime in the 1990’s. With that knowledge, it’s a testament to the quality of the dog food’s packaging to have lasted, as well as the strength of Mssr. Mitchell’s intestinal tract. Sadly, it’s also a testament of the McNaney family’s pet care, but who am I to judge? Constable Smith would like to remind area grocers to please refrain from selling eggs to anyone under the age of 18 as Halloween approaches. However toilet paper is okay to sell. This is a slight change from last year’s policy after the clerk at Mary’s Mercantile and Tax Preparation refused to sell a roll to the constable’s daughter during a particularly rough bout with a GI bug. Speaking of Halloween, Constable Smith says the hours for “tricks or treats” will be 6-8pm. Residents are encouraged to leave their lights on to let the kids know where the treats are. The constable said if you choose not to partake, don’t call him to complain about “tricks”. Willie Johnson down at Willie’s Bait, Tackle, and Trapping Supply tells me he has a new venture he’s all kinds of fired up about. Despite America being great again, fur prices are still at rock bottom and Willie plans to make better use of his raccoon catch by selling what he calls a “Coon D**k Toothpick.” Yes, you read that right, Willie plans on selling ‘coon willys to use as a toothpick. Willie assured me he hasn’t forgotten to take his medication; apparently it’s something his family in Virginia made for generations. According to him, back in the day people would save a raccoon's penis bone, boil it to render it truly clean, and sharpen one end to use as a toothpick. Skeptical, I went to the library on a trip to town and checked in the Foxfire Books. They truly used the whole animal back then. I reminded Willie we’re several states and at least one bloodline away from Old Dominion, but he’s sure it’ll be a hit, and asked me to let you all know you can get yours by sending $5.00 to: Willie’s Bait, Tackle & Trapping Supply RD 1 Wipjibber Mountain PA, 16000 Folks, skeptical as I am I haven’t seen Willie this excited since he come to town telling to show off the first bobcat he ever caught. Of course said bobcat was actually Marge Tillinghast’s cat, but in Willie's defense she always did over feed the feline. Well that’s about it for now, until next time. Drive safe and watch for deer.
  21. 3 points
    Without a doubt, we’re heading into some exciting times here in Chemung County. With the slate of candidates running for election this year, voters have the opportunity to enact change that could impact the county for decades to come. It’s exciting times for ElmiraTelegram.com as well. Not only has the site stepped forward to offer the chance for voters to voice their support for the candidates, but the opportunity for the candidates to reach out to the voters as well. Additionally, it’s a time of change for the website as a whole. Prompted by several people in our community and the void expressed by many, ElmiraTelegram.com will be making some major changes to the website in the next few weeks. Starting shortly after the election, ElmiraTelegram.com will be getting a major facelift, offering a more user friendly, professional looking website. Just a peek! The changes won’t be just cosmetic however. We’ll be making it easier for readers and community figures to make their voices heard with an expanded “Opinion” section, modeled off of the traditional op-ed pages found in newspapers across the nation. E.T will have a Special Features section appearing throughout the year including a section to celebrate the holidays. And for those who enjoy the laid back chat, the the forums will remain available to those who have signed up. Best of all, ElmiraTelegram.com will remain free to the public. No firewalls, no pop up, just news and information. This change has been something I’ve wanted to try for a long time, and now feels like the right time to give it a whirl.The original plan was to make the changes to coincide with the site’s five year anniversary, but there’s no way I can wait that long. So stay tuned and sometime after Election Day we’ll pull back the covers and unveil the new and improved ElmiraTelegram.com. I think you’re gonna like it!
  22. 3 points
    I hope they use them on the bike trial or leave them at the beginning/end. I wish this resource was used more often. A little cold to start this here, though. Where will they go in the winter?
  23. 3 points
    I thought this recent exchange on Facebook was priceless:
  24. 3 points
    It's almost like the district has been doing what's right all along and all the hype was for nothing.
  25. 3 points
    This "moose" showed up on camera a few weeks ago. Eight pointer still in velvet:
  26. 3 points
    Well, in the absence of a Phish festival, I thought I would throw this up here to remind everybody that 49 (yep 4-9) years ago there was another small music gathering in upstate NY: Woodstock. This schedule puts things from that weekend in perspective. Well except for the storms, I guess storms were not in the schedule then either :
  27. 3 points
    Maybe everyone can celebrate by portraying insulting stereotypes of the culture being recognized. Nah.......that could never happen.
  28. 2 points
    I never knew him, but I wish I did. I have to tell ya guys, going through the articles about him was hard. I kept thinking, "This guy was the real deal." and how absolutely unfair the hand that he was dealt was. We need more people like Joel Stephens.
  29. 2 points
  30. 2 points
    In May 2016, The Dead South rented a flatbed truck and toured around Toronto, playing eight shows in eight hours.
  31. 2 points
    The question of whether Chemung County officials are for it against the possession and use of recreational marijuana is irrelevant if the New York State legislature votes and Cuomo signs a bill legalizing it. If that happens, the question will be whether the Chemung County Legislature should pass a law prohibiting the growth, sale and distribution within our county’s borders. The argument in favor of “opting-out” of growth, sale and distribution is the attendant costs of use, i.e. law enforcement, education, treatment etc. However, opting-out not only eliminates any revenue stream and job growth in the cannibis industry, but also introduces a dilemma. If nearby counties - Tompkins and Broome for sure and probably Steuben - do not opt-out (i.e. allow growth, sale and distribution) people from Chemung County can simply travel there to get marijuana and bring it back here as it would still be legal to use and possess under New York state law. I have proposed the creation of a Citizen Advisory Board and Inter-municipal Committee to study this issue. I remain undecided on how to proceed and would like as much input as possible before we make this important and impactful decision. Of course this is all dependent on legalization by Albany, but it sounds as though this will happen sometime within the next 12 months.
  32. 2 points
    For the record, I was watching it live for about 20 minutes towards the end when I logged online and besides myself, there were only 3 others watching at that time. I think Chris hit the mark with recording and posting rather than live streaming over social media. Considering none of the parties involved in the meeting can actually see the comments while it's streaming, what is the benefit?
  33. 2 points
    OOOHHHHHH Thanks to KReed's diagram above, I got it now!! I'll hide it in a spoiler:
  34. 2 points
    According to New York home rule law, article 4, any changes to the charter law shall not become operative until passed by the voters in a general or special election. Sonsire, being a lawyer, should know this. I am going to assume the details listed this far are not complete, rather than assume we have a bunch of would be tyrants in our hands.
  35. 2 points
    My biggest issue with this whole thing has been from the very beginning this: Being lectured to about the impact I make on the earth ( driving to and from work, heating my home, etc.) by people who live in mansions three times the size of our house and fly all over the world in planes.
  36. 2 points
    With all our technology I do believe so much knowledge that ancient people had has been lost. I think the ancient people’s were more in tune with their world than we are.
  37. 2 points
    Not into resolutions so much as resolve. Looking forward to a project at the Rod and Gun Club to improve our pistol range with some help from from some highly placed people . One of whom reminded me ( vehemently) just last week that he will make good on his promise to get it done ! Normally I am quite introverted , but resolved , with the help of another club member to break the ice with another Official , things should get rolling soon . I am also resolved this year to only take on physical projects / tasks which I can handle ! This after last years debacle which I do not care to repeat !! I have also resolved to be more proactive with my bee hobbie . Having last year joined a local beekeepers Club I have learned so much of what we need to be doing but have not . And that’s about it , no major changes just chugging along enjoying Family , Friends and life in general !
  38. 2 points
    This one was released on Netflix recently. Right up front, I'll tell you it's another "we gotta save Christmas" type of movie and kinda predictable. However Kurt Russell brings it and makes it more entertaining than many and Netflix did a great job producing it. The movie starts off kinda slow, and about 15 minutes in I was thinking, "Oh man, this better pick up," but it's another one of those "John Carter" type movies where if you stick with it, it delivers about 16 minutes in. Again, Kurt Russell makes a great Santa, although a little thinner and snarky. Which I liked. The trailer is below, and unfortunately it's another one of those trailers that offers a lot of the best lines from the movie. Still there's enough other great lines and moment that it is still worth watching.
  39. 2 points
    There’s truly something to be said about an educator and man like Mr. Pucci. I knew him as an outspoken English teacher. And when I say outspoken, I mean passionate and using the subject matter as a way to instill very real and true character values into his students. He and the staff at Notre Dame were one of the reasons I decided to volunteer for the US Army after 9/11. I served multiple tours in Iraq which included being in hot zones like Mosul, Fallujah, Baghdad, etc after the initial invasion. I served honorably and was medically retired in 2008. Being a combat veteran you quickly learn to discern who is genuine and who is not. Mr. Pucci is a man in which I place in the highest regard. He is a man of great character, honor, and integrity. He wouldn’t be running if there wasn’t a problem. Simply put, he cares and I know he can do better for Chemung County than his opponent seeking re election. John Ungvarsky Notre Dame Class of 1998 Elmira NY
  40. 2 points
    Name: Jerome Emanuel Party Affiliation: Democratic Candidate for Chemung County Executive Background/ Experience: Chemung County DSS – Medicaid & Child Protective Services, Almost 20 years of experience in Automotive Dealerships, 16 years as a Sales or General Manager, Entrepreneur Community Service includes: Co-Founder – Elmira Entrepreneurs, Empire State Poverty Reduction Initiative – Business and Commercial Development, United Way – Loaned Executive. Entrepreneur Task Force, Cornell Cooperative Extension – Natural Leaders Initiative & Poverty Stop Light , Volunteer with EOP & Incubator Works What made you decide to run for County Executive? After spending almost 20 years in the automotive industry, I felt more of a reward from my volunteer work than I did at my 50 plus hour a week job. I saw first hand that there were many problems within our community and if I have the ability to make change, I have the responsibility to try. If elected, what is your #1 priority the day you take office? My #1 priority will be to work with the newly-elected County Legislators as well as Chemung County municipality leaders, and together find a working formula for sales-tax distribution. The finger pointing and disagreements between the City of Elmira and the County governments are a concern to many residents county wide. If elected, how do you plan to improve relations between the two? My background in negotiations and managing people provides me with the unique ability to listen and be understood, without ego. I already have a good relationship with the Mayor of Elmira and its City Manager and I plan on continuing that relationship moving forward. There is a resurgence of enthusiasm and hope for the future of the City of Elmira. If elected, how would you propose the county help to keep that energy and momentum moving forward? Born and raised in the city of Elmira, I share that sentiment. If elected, we will work with the City of Elmira to help reduce the deficit and create destinations within the city which will attract tourism and promote the growth of small businesses. Some have been critical of the county government, saying that the County Executive makes the decisions and the Legislators are merely “rubber stamps”. Do you agree with that perception, and if so, how would you address those concerns? Perception is sometimes reality but all I can really say is there is a long history of 15-0, 14-1 & 13-2 votes. The County Legislatures are the policy-determining body of the County and I plan to listen to their thoughts, ideas and opinions and promote an open dialogue. We need people with different opinions so we can see all sides of some of the tough decisions we will have to make moving forward. Do you favor term limits for the County Executive? I believe that two, four-year terms for the County Executive is sufficient. What differentiates you from your opponents? I don’t believe that “opponents” fits the narrative. I’m not against Sheriff Chris Moss or Deputy County Executive Mike Krusen. We have different management styles and, in some cases, difference of opinions. I don’t come from a political background. I come from a very high-pressure, high-stress environment where you do the job to the employers’ satisfaction or you get fired. No four-year terms. I’m a skilled and professionally trained negotiator who can work with anyone without egos getting involved to get the job done. I have an extensive community service background which helps me understand what so many are going through and my only ambition is to see my home county succeed. Anything else you would like to say to voters? I’m running for this position because I believe Chemung County Government can do better. I want to give government back to the people and have their voices heard at the table. I have over 16 years of management experience with a heavy focus on finance and personnel and my specialty is working with a diverse group of people and developing a winning team. I am extremely engaged with the community and have spent countless time trying to help make Chemung County a better place, and I do it because it’s the right thing to do and not for financial gains. I would like to bring my specific skillset to Chemung County Government and I hope the people feel that I’m the best person for the job.
  41. 2 points
    Name: Christina Sonsire. Party Affiliation: I am a member of the Democratic Party. I am also running on the Conservative Party line as well as a line for an independent party I created called Chemung County Matters. Occupation: I am a partner at the Ziff Law Firm in Elmira. Background/ Experience: I have always been interested in the way government works. In high school I interned with Rep. Amo Houghton, and I chose to attend Georgetown University in Washington D.C. to study government firsthand. During college I spent two summers working for Chemung County Executive Tom Tranter, and upon graduation joined AmeriCorps’ National Civilian Community Corps where I performed service projects for more than two years in numerous communities like ours across the United States. I accepted a job at the Chemung County District Attorney’s Office when I finished law school, and have been a partner at the Ziff Law Firm in Elmira since 2012. My parents, Tom and Pat Bruner, were always involved with local politics while I was growing up, but neither has ever belonged to a political party – something that greatly shaped the way I view government. As recently as 2015 I was a member of the Chemung County Republican Party’s Executive Committee. I left and joined the Democratic Party for reasons that have nothing to do with local politics, and am proud to be endorsed by both the Democratic and Conservative parties in this race as it confirms my commitment to work with whoever is at the table. There is no question that a nonpartisan approach to local politics is the best way to get things done. I have tried my best to find ways to help out since I came back to the area. I am a member of the Board of Directors of the Food Bank and the Arctic League, previously served on the City of Elmira’s Planning Board and Notre Dame High School’s Board of Trustees, and have been a youth soccer coach since 2006. I was honored to receive the prestigious Jefferson Award for Public Service in recognition of this service. What made you decide to run for election or re-election? I love this community. My roots go back generations on both sides, and me and my husband both graduated from Notre Dame High School. We each returned to Chemung County because it is a great place to live, work, and raise a family, yet there are clearly significant problems as well. I want to do what I can to make Chemung County a better place so that our two young daughters might at least consider living here when they grow up. If elected, what county wide issue is your #1 priority to address? Simply put, we must all work together to rebuild our community. This requires genuine cooperation among the County Legislature, the County Executive, the City of Elmira and the towns and villages. There are many good things happening, but the problems – most notably violent crime and widespread poverty – are obvious to everyone. The creation of a true Council of Governments or similar body could go along way toward bringing all of the relevant voices to the table. What concerns are unique to your district? How will you address them? Most residents seem to like living in the Seventh District. Having our own police and fire departments provides us with a sense of safety, and the Town of Elmira’s ample recreational and social events - including numerous youth sports teams and summer camps, weekly concerts in Pirozzolo Park and a tremendous variety of near-daily happenings at the Community Center - greatly enhance our quality of life. However, there are serious issues as well. I have been knocking on doors for months, and am shocked at the number of foreclosed and abandoned houses in some of West Elmira’s most beautiful residential neighborhoods and the amount of serious crime that has begun showing up in increasing numbers across our district. Aside from doing things at the town level such as continuing to support the West Elmira Police Department in its attempt to keep us safe and encouraging stronger code enforcement efforts to address property matters, the single most important thing I can do if elected is work with other legislators to improve conditions in the City of Elmira. It is artificial to separate the Town of Elmira from the City of Elmira in any meaningful way. The town and city share a miles-long border. Many town residents, including myself, work in the city or send our children to school there, and many city residents do the same with respect to the town. Nearly everyone who lives in the town and the city traverse into the other frequently for errands such as appointments, recreation and social activities. In other words, our two communities are inextricably intertwined. There is simply no other way to view it. Much more fundamentally, the City of Elmira defines our community. When we travel out of the area and are asked where we are from, people from the town and the city all say "Elmira". By that we mean the community as a whole, not just our own small subset of it. Helping us get to a place where we can say "I am from Elmira" with unequivocal pride should be the goal of every elected official, and must remain so until that goal is finally and fully achieved. There are other significant issues in the Town of Elmira as well, such as storm water damage and road and other infrastructure needs. To this end, we to find ways to help shore up the town’s fiscal problems, as it has been on New York’s “Fiscal Stress List” since 2016 and will need money to adequately address these issues in coming years. Finding a more appropriate way to share sales tax revenue between the County and the municipalities while continuing to explore shared service agreements are good places to start. There is a resurgence of enthusiasm and hope for the future of the City of Elmira. If elected, how would you propose the county help to keep that energy and momentum moving forward? There are an unprecedented number of people running for office this year, something that has forced a discussion about the issues to occur out in the public rather than in the small confines of elected government. Moving forward we need to keep this discussion going so that all members of our community have a voice and are informed about what is happening. We have unfortunately witnessed a dramatic decrease in the amount of investigative reporting on local issues, but online sources like the Elmira Telegram (thank you!) and many candidates’ websites have done a good job of getting information out. What personal skill set or personality trait do you feel would be a benefit if elected? I often hear candidates describe themselves as being passionate. I feel my best trait is that I am dispassionate about government and political matters. This does not mean I am uncaring, but rather that I am guided more by reason more than emotion. Working as an attorney for the past fifteen years has shown me that this sort of approach can be extraordinarily helpful when negotiating and finding solutions that work best. Do you favor term limits for County Legislators? Absolutely. Bring new heads and new ideas to the table is the best way to discover better ways to do business. I believe two terms of four years each (for a total of eight years) is an appropriate limit for legislators. What differentiates you from your opponent? My opponent, Cornelius “Neil" Milliken has served in the Chemung County Legislature since 2012 when he was appointed after his father, Cornelius “Connie” Milliken, passed away. Connie Milliken had been a member of the legislature since 1974, the year it was created. In total, they have represented our district for the past 48 years, something that should be commended and that also gives my opponent a clear edge in terms of experience. However, the fact that I have not served in the legislature can be looked at as a benefit to me. I believe the first order of business for whoever is elected this November is a wholesale evaluation of whether the type of county government we have under our charter works best for our community. Prior to 1973 we did not have a legislature or a county executive, and since then there has not been a thorough examination as to whether this structure is best suited to fit our needs. Having a fresh perspective that is not tied to decisions made in the past will allow me to evaluate our government in an objective, dispassionate way. Anything else you would like to say to voters? This election is very important for the future of Chemung County. Please do what you can to learn about all of the candidates, and vote for who you think will do the best job of helping to move our community forward in the direction we all desire. I started a blog called Chemung County Matters (chemungcountymatters.com) last December on the day the City of Elmira announced its big tax increase. Throughout the past ten months I have added roughly 40 posts in order to encourage people to share ideas about what can be done to help our area. Please check it out if you would like to learn more about me. This is an exciting time for our community!
  42. 2 points
  43. 2 points
    Remember when we had the store we would spell things on the sign incorrectly to get folks to come in and tell us about it ? Got em in the door ... and usually made a sail ! 😉😆
  44. 2 points
    Does anyone remember that funny musical theme for the “Hee-Haw” show? A group of us who sing together, adapted it a bit for a 4-H leaders’ program, and had such a good time. This a fine example of changing one’s attitude; gloom and despair vanish as laughter takes over. Of course there is much today that is so overwhelmingly painful and abysmal, that laughter seems almost an insensitive thing to promote. But without humor, we would find life dull and colorless. The Bible tells us that “a merry heart doeth good, like medicine” and Horace suggests: “Mingle some brief folly with your wisdom.” We need humor to dilute, just a bit, all of the frustration, grief and sadness. Earlier in August we were fortunate to visit with family from afar. Several stayed with us for a few days and, as Lewis Carroll’s poem** suggests: “we talked of many things ….of shoes--- and ships--- and sealing wax --- and cabbages --- and kings ---- and why the sea is boiling hot ---- and whether pigs have wings.”* We rejoiced in our grandchildren, shared how we deal with problems of aging, spoke of what a frightful world it often is and how weary we get of intentional stupidity and lack of concern. We admitted to each other that some days staying in bed seems a great escape. We also, in our reminiscing, found laughter and new energy for moving ahead. I have, on occasion, been impacted by depression. And because autumn has sometimes been a difficult season, I try to think ahead. Experience and a good therapist have, together, given me some coping mechanisms, for usually it is my perspective that needs to change, not the situations. The human brain is a marvelous creation that has, so far, managed to keep doctors, scientists and philosophers from understanding how it works. We need far more research into mental ailments of all kinds, including depression, which negatively affects so many people. We also need to stop fearing and treating those who suffer from it, as pariahs. Admitting the problem and finding treatment shows far more wisdom and results in better health, than living in denial. As a lay person, I’ve observed at least four sorts of depression. There is serious and deep depression usually requiring medication and some in-patient treatment. There’s the Eeyore kind, where one is always sort of depressed and looks at life through perennially dark glasses. This person thinks of the glass as not only half-empty but wonders why bother to fill it at all; it’ll just get empty again. Then there is situational depression; caused by long-term stress, deep trauma, or the death of someone we cherish. And then the kind I have experienced: chronic depression ---- it happens more than once, it comes for no discernible reason and, thankfully, eventually goes. Of course we all have the occasional bad days; when the world seems too much; when one feels like saying along with Sir Walter A. Raleigh***: “I wish I loved the Human Race; I wish I loved its silly face; I wish I liked the way it walks; I wish I liked the way it talks; And when I’m introduced to one, I wish I thought What Jolly Fun!” For this I just turn off the news and have a cup of tea! Doctors blame depression on many things, from chemical/hormonal imbalances to diet to emotional trauma. But the therapist who worked with me admitted, when I asked, that doctors really don’t know; they make assumptions and try medications and therapy to address those assumptions. What works for one person may not work for another. So I’ve developed my own “first aid kit” to address times when depression seems to be sneaking into my life. It is so important to be alert. Depression can creep in “on little cat feet” as Carl Sandburg aptly refers to fog --- and suddenly, the mind is foggy. When putting one’s head beneath the pillow seems the only choice, or there’s a daily “who cares?” attitude, it is time to pull out the “kit” before the depressive virus rages on. Addressing treatment early is crucial. These assists have, in my recent history, helped me to escape the clutches of any long-term attacks of gloom and despair: Get outside more often. Walking in a quiet, leafy place is super good medicine. Even trudging through snow banks helps. And along with fresh air --- enough exercise to get the blood flowing and the joints and muscles working together. It sometimes takes incredible effort to get outside, but I always feel better. Because I’m a reader, I go to the bookcase and look until a book jumps out at me (metaphorically speaking) and find it is just what I need. Some people view this as slightly absurd ---- but it works for me. I read the Psalms (middle of the Bible). If David managed all those horrendous problems, surely I can trust that same help in facing what is making me unhappy. I put on good music more often. Music changes the patterns in the brain and reduces jangling from the outside world. And even better if I can sing with friends. I try to be more patient with myself and eliminate time pressures. The world will continue to turn even if I say “No”, astounding as that seems. ☺ Depending on the depth of the depression, getting out with people, or helping someone else may diminish the darkness, especially if there is laughter, caring and a sense that what one does makes a difference. If the depression continues unabated for many days, it is probably time to visit a therapist or get a doctor’s referral. Talking with someone who is neutral and trained to listen is the greatest of help. Medication is my last resort, although sometimes it can be quite necessary. I didn’t care for the rather numbed feelings that came with an SSRI. But that’s my reaction; not everyone would experience the same thing. It is important to remember that depression can become a fatal disease if left untreated. I do take some OTC supplements that seem to help. Being without a current therapist, due to retirement, I ask myself, “What would ____ suggest?” Having seen two or three therapists over the years, the last one being the best, I can quite imagine him saying, “Have you considered……. Or how did you feel..........?” “And about those to-do lists…” This expands my thinking. Probably the most useful thing is to try to look at the situation with different eyes; a changed perspective. We are quick to label something “good” or “bad” without assessing the up and down sides of the issue. This is why some of us like to move the furniture occasionally; it gives us a new view of the same old things. If we can repurpose and reframe household goods, surely we can re-view and re-frame life. Now making a cosmic jump to a happier subject, our 54th wedding anniversary is approaching. We were married Labor Day weekend, two months after I graduated from college. And having the wedding that weekend meant Kerm’s early departure from the NYS Fair, which was, of course, traumatic. A Cooperative Extension agent just doesn’t leave a Fair in the middle! I think the Fair survived, but…………. When we think back, and are reminded of this event by family and friends who made the most of their prankish propensities, it doesn’t seem so long ago. And it always brings a smile to our faces when we recall that memorable time. During difficult days, it is helpful to remember that while we may not live in total happiness with every circumstance, we are meant to live in real joy as a whole. “The gloom of the world is but a shadow; behind it, yet within our reach, is joy. Take joy!”**** Take JOY! *Horace – Roman lyric poet, satirist and critic; wrote while Augustus was emperor. **Lewis Carroll –1832-1898. English writer, mathematician, Anglican Deacon, photographer. Lewis Carroll was a pen name for Charles Lutwidge Dodgson. Verses came from “The Walrus and the Carpenter” from Through the Looking Glass. ***Sir Walter A. Raleigh – Trinidad-born Nobel laureate. Writer of precise and lyrical language. Personally brittle and a misanthrope (which the quote suggests). ****Fra Giovanni –1433-1515. Italian friar, architect, archaeologist and classical scholar.
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    While cleaning out papers I came across something I wrote about four years ago. In my humble opinion I believe it is worth sharing again and I hope you agree with me. "Grandma, do you pray"? was the question asked by one of my grandchildren. "Do you pray" I asked him. "Well, I talk to God sometimes" he answered. "Well, that's what prayer is" I told him, "simply talking to God". That conversation made me think about prayer and whether there is such a thing as a good, better or best way to pray. I remembered back to my school days, grades 2 through 8 at Sts. Peter and Paul's Catholic School. Prayer was an important part of each and every school day as well as weekly Mass. We learned prayers such as the Apostle's Creed, Hail Mary, Act of Contrition. As a child, I loved the formality and ceremony, the sense of community, everyone saying the same prayer at the same time. I believed that the more people there were saying the same prayer the more God listened. Each night before bed I would recite the Act of Contrition and Hail Mary. Is reciting something by rote a prayer? Growing older, life happened and for a lot of reasons I stopped going to Mass. There were even periods of time when I stopped praying, stopped saying the words, stopped talking to Him. Like so many do, I would reach out to God when I needed Him, when someone was ill or dying. If things didn't go the way I had hoped I'd remain silent, until I needed Him again. I tried to be the best person I could be, always doing my best to do the right thing, treating others with respect and care. Is there such a thing as prayer by the way you live even if you're not talking to God? At this point in my life, I've come to believe that prayer is, indeed, simply talking to God. Certainly I will still sometimes say the Act of Contrition before sleep, just in case my morning wake up is elsewhere, but my prayers are a conversation between me and God. I'll talk to Him about whatever may be bothering me at that moment. I'll share my frustrations with the way things are going with our country's leaders and the world in general, asking Him to touch hearts. I realize that only open hearts can be touched but I'll ask Him to keep trying and not give up on us. When some calamity happens that I hear about on the news or someone we know loses a loved one, I'll ask Him to help those affected; to comfort them and ease their suffering and sorrow. I always ask Him to continue to watch over my family keeping them safe from all harm or danger. Sometims it's a simple "help me" when I find myself ready to give up. I try to say "thank You " each morning for the gift of that day or when the beauty of a moment fills my heart. I'll tell Him how sorry I am for disappointing him but that I'll continue to keep trying with His help so please don't give up on me. I let Him know how grateful I am knowing that He loves me despite my imperfections. I've actually asked Him to help me not sweat the small stuff so much as I tend to worry a bit...okay, quite a bit, but I'm getting better with His help. I try to remember to thank Him for the blessings He's given me and for the beauty of the world and people around me. Especially those times when a day or moment is so beautiful, so absolutely perfect, that you can't help but smile and say "thank You Lord". Like all children, sometimes I too am guilty of not always listening when He speaks to me but I'm working on that. He knows I am and will always continue to be a work in progress. I guess I've answered my question about whether there is such a thing as a good, better or best way to pray. For me, prayer is a combination of words shared with God and the unspoken word of your daily actions as you simply live your life. I believe that even simple words that truly come from your heart are powerful prayers. The important thing is to keep talking to Him and listen when He speaks to you. He always will. All rights reserved.
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    Notice I'm not complaining that you didn't warn us about a spoiler alert.
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    You know how you’ve always talked about the things you would do if you “only had the time”? What if suddenly you found you had the time to do them? Would you sit on your couch all day, swiping aimlessly at the screen of your phone, reading the mindless drivel on Facebook? Look at pictures of other peoples’ meals and political views all day? Would you argue with complete strangers and pseudo-celebrities on Twitter about things that really, in the grand scheme of things matter little? Would you sit around all day watching TV, as the world and time goes on? Shut off television. Deactivate your social media accounts and put your phone on silent mode. Those texts will wait. Better yet, shut it off for the day. Get up early and get dressed every morning. No lounging all day in your pajamas. Go for a walk and see the world. Find inspiration in the world, the REAL world, around you like you used to. Hang out with your kids and do something with them. They’ve needed you and have been waiting for this moment as well. Schedule time for those creative endeavors you’ve half assed all these years. Write, play music, paint… CREATE! Get to those projects around the house you’ve wanted to do and do them well. Do what you love, re-learn how to be the person you once were. The person you’ve always meant to be. You have time. But you won’t always.
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    No Kidding!! Me me me!! "The town should send fire trucks to bring us water". "I'mma sue someone". My personal favorite: "we should blow up the Health Department" But, if you look at the statement above from the band themselves, they could have shaped the conversation and inspired better reactions from fans. Their message could have been a little less 'all about us'. Instead of just speaking about only how heartbroken they are for their beloved fans and their beloved crew....it seems like they could have acknowledged the locals and pretended to show some concern/sympathy for their host community. I can at least say....other fans weren't shy to call out the ones being selfish centered and remind them that there are community members in the region suffering way more than missing a festival, and the community has more important issues to spend resources on right now than their party.
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    Never bring a walking stick to a gun fight I always say
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