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8 SPENCER NEW LEADER • Friday, November 4, 2011<br />
VIEWPOINT<br />
OPINION AND COMMENTARY FROM SPENCER, LEICESTER AND THE BROOKFIELDS<br />
EDITORIAL<br />
Remembering<br />
Rae<br />
We’ve all had pivotal moments in our<br />
lives that have changed us forever —<br />
moments that were so shocking, so<br />
surprising, so emotionally overwhelming, that<br />
you remember where you were and what you<br />
were doing when you found out.<br />
I remember exactly where I was on Aug. 14,<br />
2003.<br />
I was about to go into<br />
my junior year of college,<br />
and during those years, I<br />
frequently traveled to<br />
North Carolina to visit<br />
with one of my best<br />
friends. We would watch<br />
movies, ride Jet-Skis on<br />
the lake near his grandparents’<br />
house, make late<br />
night trips to Wendy’s,<br />
THE MINOR<br />
and have a great time<br />
overall.<br />
DETAILS This summer, my time<br />
in North Carolina was<br />
ADAM<br />
coming to an end, and I<br />
MINOR was sad to have to go<br />
home. As a got off the airplane<br />
on Aug. 14, 2003, I<br />
turned my cell phone on to see if I had any messages,<br />
and my phone was absolutely bursting<br />
with them.<br />
“What’s going on?” I thought to myself, as I<br />
began to check my voicemails.<br />
“Honey, this is your mother,” I heard my<br />
mom say in a worried, subdued and almost<br />
grim tone. “Please, call me back as soon as you<br />
get this,” she added as her voice cracked near<br />
the end.<br />
My heart beating faster, I called back, not<br />
knowing what to expect, and that’s when I<br />
found out.<br />
One of my childhood friends, Rae Anne, had<br />
died in a car accident at the age of 19, and there<br />
I was, stunned at Bradley International<br />
Airport, standing aimlessly in the middle of<br />
the terminal with a blank stare, tears forming,<br />
as my mother sadly reported the news.<br />
At that time, I had started to lose touch with<br />
Rae. We had grown up together, close friends,<br />
and we did just about everything together —<br />
school projects (I remember a particularly<br />
awful anti-drinking and driving commercial<br />
we filmed for school — it’s still on tape somewhere,<br />
but we got an A on it!), birthday parties<br />
(our birthdays were exactly three weeks apart)<br />
and even trick-or-treating a couple years. We<br />
had inside jokes, fun times on her trampoline,<br />
and enjoyed each other’s company immensely. I<br />
look at Rae as one of my best friends growing<br />
up, and I always will.<br />
But unfortunately, as many relationships do<br />
in high school, our communication began to<br />
fade. She had chosen a different high school as<br />
me, still close in proximity, but we saw each<br />
other far less, as it became apparent we were on<br />
different paths. She was pretty successful in<br />
her ventures. We would talk every now and<br />
then, and our talks would grow fewer and farther<br />
between, but we both knew that we cared<br />
for each other.<br />
True friendships never fade, no matter how<br />
much time and distance tries to chip away at<br />
the foundation.<br />
Last week, I remembered Rae on her birthday<br />
— she would have been 28. I often think<br />
about what she would be up to, what job she<br />
would have, if she would have been married by<br />
now, or maybe even if she would have children,<br />
and what their names would be. I think about if<br />
we would still be talking, or if our friendship<br />
would have faded even further like so many of<br />
my childhood friends.<br />
I remember Rae every Aug. 14, as well, and<br />
something tells me I will remember her even<br />
more as time goes on, because that date is now<br />
also the birthday of my son, Aaron. Little did I<br />
know, standing there in the middle of the<br />
Bradley terminal, on Aug. 14, 2003, that exactly<br />
eight years later would be the day I would<br />
become a father. It’s a strange link, to be sure,<br />
but one more connection I can make to be sure<br />
that I will never forget my friend, Rae.<br />
The days, months and years may press forever<br />
on, but I’ll always have the memories.<br />
Thanks for your friendship, Rae, I’ll never forget<br />
you.<br />
Adam Minor may be reached at 508-909-4130,<br />
or by e-mail at aminor@stonebridgepress.com.<br />
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PRESIDENT AND PUBLISHER<br />
ADAM MINOR<br />
MANAGING EDITOR<br />
LETTERS TO THE EDITOR<br />
Toys for Tots helping needy area children<br />
To the Editor:<br />
The holiday season is approaching quickly<br />
and I am asking for help for our needy<br />
Spencer children.<br />
Spencer Toys for Tots has been in motion<br />
for more than 30 years. The Halstead and<br />
Cournoyer/Anderson Families ran it for<br />
many years. I was honored to take over the<br />
reins nine years ago. A team of volunteers<br />
help with administrative functions, daily<br />
toy pick up at various drop off points, shopping<br />
for toys, sorting and distributing toys<br />
(which we do right up through Christmas<br />
Eve) and more. Every amount of money<br />
donated is used solely towards gifts. There<br />
are no administrative fees. We start this<br />
process the 1st week of November.<br />
Each year the Spencer Toys for Tots<br />
Program supplies toys to more than 200 less<br />
fortunate Spencer children. Unfortunately<br />
this need continues to grow each year. In<br />
years past the program was able to give each<br />
family two or three quality gifts per child<br />
and a few stocking stuffers.<br />
You can also “sponsor” a child. We will<br />
To the Editor:<br />
In your Spencer New Leader issue dated<br />
Friday, Oct. 28, you ran an article ‘A New<br />
Year’s Wish on Halloween’ in which Ron<br />
Sinclair-Clee speaks of his practices and<br />
beliefs as a witch.<br />
I am quite glad to see such an article in the<br />
New Leader; it speaks volumes about the<br />
state of our local culture. The more exposure<br />
one has to differing ideas, the more one is<br />
able to make truly informed decisions.<br />
However, I have issues with the article,<br />
notably where Mr. Sinclair-Clee discusses<br />
that which pagans believe and practice. This<br />
is not to say that his beliefs and practices as<br />
a pagan are not valid. Instead, my issue is<br />
with his use of the terms ‘pagan’ and ‘paganism’<br />
to refer to a specific eclectic neo-pagan<br />
belief system as opposed to their widest, and<br />
most correct, definition — any non-<br />
Abrahamic religion, or a member thereof.<br />
What this means is if you are not<br />
Christian, Jewish, or Muslim, you are a<br />
member of a non-Abrahamic religion, and<br />
thusly pagan. What Mr. Sinclair-Clee defines<br />
as a pagan is something other I earlier<br />
referred to as ‘eclectic neo-pagan’. This constitutes<br />
a personal belief system in which<br />
one takes bits and pieces from other religions<br />
and beliefs and puts them all together,<br />
in a ‘take what one likes, discard the rest’<br />
way. Of course, there is nothing wrong with<br />
this — everyone’s own personal beliefs are<br />
viable for them.<br />
There are many kinds of pagans, though,<br />
given that paganism is a rather large<br />
umbrella to stand under: Buddhists,<br />
LaVeyan Satanists, and Asatruar are all<br />
pagan as well, and their beliefs are perfectly<br />
valid. I would like to point out to you, however,<br />
that there is a type of individual that<br />
attempts to reconstruct the beliefs of<br />
provide you with the age and wish list for a<br />
boy, girl or family and you can personally<br />
purchase gifts. We have repeat business<br />
owners and individuals who enjoy doing<br />
this. Spencer Savings Bank Employees and<br />
Spencer Exchange Club members have<br />
sponsored over 40 children in years past.<br />
Email me at donnaflann@aol.com if you are<br />
interested.<br />
We are thankful to the businesses and<br />
townspeople in our area for their generosity.<br />
There are amazing stories every single year.<br />
Please help us make a child’s Christmas a<br />
happy one. There is no such thing as a small<br />
donation. Every bit helps. Please make<br />
donations payable to: Spencer Toys for Tots<br />
and mail to: P.O. Box 186, Spencer, MA 01562.<br />
There will be drop off boxes for new,<br />
unwrapped gifts starting the 1st week of<br />
December at the Spencer Post Office,<br />
Spencer Fire Station.<br />
DONNA MORIN-FLANNERY<br />
SPENCER TOYS FOR TOTS COORDINATOR<br />
Shedding some light on paganism<br />
To the Editor:<br />
There is a very important issue that will<br />
come before the Spencer voters in early<br />
December.<br />
There is a proposal to purchase the<br />
Sibley/Warner property to allow this property<br />
to stay open land. This proposal<br />
includes financial efforts by land trusts,<br />
state conservation money and Audubon to<br />
fund the purchase and Spencer will be<br />
required to provide some of the funding.<br />
We support this proposal and urge the voters<br />
to attend public hearings to become<br />
informed about this issue.<br />
A special television program called<br />
“Walking Tour of Sibley/Warner Property”<br />
was produced by Aaron Keyes and is playing<br />
lost/dead cultures: these are called Recon<br />
pagans (I omit the ‘neo’ prefix in this<br />
instance because the religion one is reconstructing<br />
is not new), and they attempt to<br />
take a more scholarly look at their chosen<br />
religions through the use of anthropological,<br />
archaeological, and historical sources,<br />
as well as the source texts to recreate the<br />
beliefs and practices of the original followers<br />
of that religion as best as they can.<br />
I am what one would call a Norse recon<br />
pagan, reconstructing the beliefs and practices<br />
of my ancestors, and only one pantheon<br />
of gods (Odhinn, Freyja, Thorr, Baldr, etc),<br />
and they can be deceptive, angry, war-like<br />
beings. While one may commune with them<br />
regularly in the form of offerings of alcohol<br />
and meat (sacrificing people is no longer an<br />
acceptable practice), the Old Norse did not<br />
necessarily have personal relationships with<br />
the gods. All told, reconstructing a dead religion<br />
is a painstaking process, and it requires<br />
far more reading and research than one<br />
would initially believe of a pagan religion,<br />
not to mention the fact that most of us are on<br />
our own in these endeavors.<br />
I write this not to espouse my own beliefs<br />
as better or more correct than that of another,<br />
but rather to explain that what one commonly<br />
sees as ‘pagan’ is not entirely true —<br />
there are many of us, and we do not all<br />
believe the same thing, nor may we all be<br />
cast in the same light. Further, if one is<br />
researching neo-paganism and wishes to be<br />
researching actual beliefs as opposed to fluff,<br />
I highly suggest verifying one’s sources (and<br />
yes, Wikipedia is not a good one). Simply<br />
because it is published does not mean it is<br />
true or even correct.<br />
McPherson: Vote yes on debt exclusion<br />
SOUND OFF:<br />
I am writing this letting after reading a<br />
response to Bo Fritze’s article.<br />
I am assuming that this person that is having<br />
such a difficult time with Church Street<br />
must be a woman driver, because the real<br />
issue is speeding on Church Street.<br />
I purchased my home in 1999 and I have<br />
dealt with the parking issue for years and I<br />
will tell you that it is not as bad as she or this<br />
person is making it. I raise three children<br />
and several dogs on this street and I am very<br />
happy to say that with the speeding cars<br />
nothing happen to any children or pets on<br />
this speedway.<br />
As to the street being virtually impassible,<br />
this leads me to believe this is a woman driver<br />
because over the 10 years I have seen it all<br />
SOUND OFF<br />
LUKE ALLAN GUSTAVSON<br />
SPENCER<br />
on Spencer’s Channel 12 regularly. This is an<br />
excellent program and gives the viewer a<br />
bird’s eye view of the property and a better<br />
understanding of the proposal. If Spencer<br />
does not do its part to support this, the land<br />
will be available for development and the<br />
costs will probably be much higher in the<br />
way of providing schools and infrastructure.<br />
We strongly urge voters to vote yes at the<br />
town meeting and vote yes at the special<br />
election to fund the debt exclusion. We may<br />
never get this opportunity again.<br />
Church Street problems do not exist<br />
BOB AND CAROL MCPHERSON<br />
SPENCER<br />
from construction ten wheelers to several<br />
fire trucks including our new ladder truck,<br />
delivery trucks and all the over vehicles have<br />
had no problem with the size of our street.<br />
Wintertime is a challenge for us, the homeowners.<br />
We clear the snow on the streets and<br />
sidewalks with snow blowers, blowing snow<br />
onto our own lawns, with help of all neighbors,<br />
this street is better maintain than other<br />
streets done by our highway department.<br />
Let me finish by saying, if you are not<br />
happy with our hazard and eyesore on<br />
church street, use another street to get<br />
through, it will be one less vehicles speeding<br />
<strong>down</strong> our street.<br />
THE HAPPY BOAT OWNER<br />
Little cat lost<br />
Please be on the lookout.<br />
Lost in the vicinity of Glover and Highland<br />
Streets, <strong>Southbridge</strong>, Mass.: One black-andwhite<br />
cat, about 10 years old, thin, skittish,<br />
answers to the name of … oh, wait a minute, he<br />
doesn’t answer to anything — he’s a cat!<br />
This was supposed to be a whole different column.<br />
In fact, it already was a whole different<br />
column, just one final proofread away from<br />
being sent through cyberspace to the<br />
Stonebridge Press editor, when one of The<br />
Guys did something stupid: He vanished!<br />
The Guys, for those who don’t know or<br />
remember, are Barry and<br />
Elliott, our felines de domicile,<br />
named after some wellknown<br />
TV pitchmen because<br />
“they own the furniture” in<br />
our house, made abundantly<br />
clear by their ripping of<br />
couches and chairs to shreds<br />
within a year of joining our<br />
family. Which is why they no<br />
longer have front claws.<br />
AS YOU<br />
LIKE IT<br />
MARK ASHTON<br />
Anyway, we arrived home<br />
early last Friday evening<br />
from grocery shopping to<br />
find that the new bow window<br />
we ordered a couple of<br />
weeks ago had been delivered<br />
and installed. What a<br />
treat! What a surprise! What<br />
a risky endeavor!<br />
Risky because if we had known they were<br />
coming, I’d have corralled the cats and secured<br />
them on the front porch or in the cellar for the<br />
duration of the installation. You see, Barry<br />
(aka Chuck, Fat Boy, or Tank) is an explorer, a<br />
nosy-bones, an incurable inquisitor, a climber<br />
into bags and boxes, an investigator of fireplaces<br />
and cubby holes, a real foolish feline<br />
when you consider the trouble he can get into.<br />
Elliott, on the other hand, nicknamed Ellie,<br />
Dopey Bones, Skitty Kitty, or Boo (mainly for<br />
his tendency to run from everything from a<br />
household sneeze to a strange noise on a TV<br />
commercial), is typically the Invisible Cat.<br />
When friends, family, neighbors, or tradesmen<br />
come calling, he goes missing. We’ve searched<br />
high and low on occasion, but when he doesn’t<br />
want to be found, he CAN’T BE. Then, 10 minutes<br />
after the intruder has left, he saunters out<br />
– as if from another dimension. His secret hiding<br />
place remains just that – a secret. He refuses<br />
to talk, unless it’s to whine for his dinner, or<br />
breakfast, or for we don’t know exactly what<br />
between those meals.<br />
So when we entered the house Friday night<br />
and found Barry in his usual spot flopped atop<br />
the couch, we sighed in relief. Everything was<br />
all right in the Cat Kingdom (let’s face it, they<br />
let US live there – as their servants, lackeys, toilet<br />
cleaners, and massage therapists). But when<br />
after five minutes or so Elliott had not yet<br />
reared his whiny head, we began to wonder.<br />
Was he upstairs, feigning indifference to suppertime?<br />
Was he <strong>down</strong>stairs still hiding from<br />
the window installers, was he … ? Yikes, could<br />
he possibly be UA (unauthorizedly absent)? A<br />
thorough search of our beautiful bungalow<br />
revealed the frightening truth: Elliott the<br />
Invisible was missing – outdoors!<br />
Now my mind raced immediately back to a<br />
letter to the editor in last week’s Stonebridge<br />
Press publications. Headlined “A call for help<br />
on behalf of felines,” the letter spoke fervently<br />
about the plight of abandoned cats, and of the<br />
deplorable conditions and lives “devoid of<br />
love” they endured. The letter writer pleaded<br />
with compassionate readers everywhere to<br />
consider spaying and neutering their pets – and<br />
to adopt new pets from the growing clowder of<br />
street cats produced by this inconsiderate kitty<br />
littering.<br />
The letter had hit home with us, not only<br />
because of the plight of feral felines, but<br />
because of what cats have meant to our family<br />
for, oh, about the last 60 years.<br />
Now here’s where the original column talked<br />
about the cute, funny things The Guys (and<br />
their predecessors) have done over the years,<br />
the way Barry plays “the lump” (under the covers<br />
in the middle of the bed on cold days) and<br />
the way Elliott rubs up against table legs, chair<br />
legs, pant legs, and anything else at his level –<br />
leaving black haired evidence of his having<br />
been there.<br />
This is where the original column focused on<br />
the “tough couple of weeks” The Guys had<br />
endured – what with the plumber, the water<br />
meter installer, the door replacement guys, and<br />
finally, the window installers intruding on<br />
THEIR (The Guys’) space. I was also going to<br />
relate my futile attempts to corral The Guys<br />
into the upstairs bedroom one morning last<br />
week, and how Elliott, terrified at seeing me<br />
mount the stairs with Barry in my arms, had<br />
skittered past us, knocking over Lincoln statues<br />
and books and memorabilia, in his flight to<br />
reach his Secret Hiding Place. It’s simply not in<br />
his – or any feline’s purview (or, in this case,<br />
purr-view) – to “be put” anyplace not of his<br />
own choosing.<br />
That day had nevertheless worked out OK.<br />
But Friday brought the worrisome prospect of<br />
a furry friend literally left out in the cold, clawless<br />
and clueless. No biggie, I thought, even as I<br />
emailed this column to the editor with Elliott<br />
still nowhere in sight. And with it snowing.<br />
“We’ve got to find him,” said the worried wife.<br />
“Don’t worry,” I said. “He’s resourceful. He’ll be<br />
OK. He’ll come back when he’s hungry.”<br />
Who am I kitten? The saga of the little cat<br />
lost is truly traumatic – and will remain so<br />
until he returns, the repentant prodigal welcomed<br />
home with open arms and an overflowing<br />
cat food dish. Scriptures counsel us to “pray<br />
over your crops, your cattle,” and, I’m sure,<br />
your fuzz-faced family members.<br />
If you’ve a mind to, please feel free to add<br />
your own kitty petition to the others winging<br />
heavenward.<br />
Mark Ashton writes a weekly column for<br />
Stonebridge Press publications.