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From Nora to Me :-D

Tuesday, 1. September 2009, 21:41:18

Click on this and you can direct where it goes. It's way cool!!! Nora is my good friend and she made this for me.

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MORE FROM MY LITTLE AREA OF NH

Monday, 22. June 2009, 03:27:52

This is Click Horning, an amazing musician from my area. Click performs with a few bands one of which is Night Kitchen, a really good band. I love this song.

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Reid used to play with them often but not so much anymore, Ben is with them though and of course Dave Shaheen. Hope you enjoy, they're a great band and not only is Dave great but he's a wicked nice person too.

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MORE FROM CAFE ANDRE

Monday, 15. June 2009, 17:37:26

Here are some more videos from Cafe Andre taken on Wed. nights.

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MORE FUNKY KNIGHTS

Monday, 15. June 2009, 17:27:29

Ok, this is some more of their older stuff. There's another on you youtube but I don't quite dare post it here LOL.

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Play with the clock

Tuesday, 9. June 2009, 23:50:23

Click here to get more mini-SharkBreak widgets - www.SharkBreak.com

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HALLOWEEN 2008 AT CAFE ANDRE

Sunday, 26. April 2009, 22:47:30

These are from our Halloween party 2008, sponsored by my brother every year at Cafe Andre in Sunapee, NH.
We have a great time as you can see.
This is the same Reid that is in the Positron videos following this blog except he's older now and not quite so skinny...
Reid Trevaskis, guitars & vocals, Jan Bear, vocals, Domenique DiNardo, tenor sax & flute, Matt Rivero, trumpet & trombone

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POSITRON with my friend Reid Trevaskis

Saturday, 25. April 2009, 23:40:58

WOW, look how young Reid was and SKINNY :-D

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A CHURCH FROM THE WINDOW OF MY CHURCH

Monday, 30. March 2009, 01:41:25

I go to church in a nursing home.
My pastor, friend and co-worker does his ministry at four nursing homes. I attend one with him twice a week.
I’ve had a problem with churches for a long time.
No matter how well intentioned they soon become about people’s petty, personal power. It makes me crazy. Church is supposed to be about God’s word.
But going to the nursing home is great.
The people who live there appreciate us coming so much.
They appreciate a chance to worship especially those who aren’t mobile and can’t easily go out.
We sing hymns for about a half an hour, we all enjoy that.
Then my pastor gives a lesson and always ties it into their daily lives in the home.
He also addresses issues like abuse on occasion and tells them should anyone abuse them in any way that the director of the home wants to know about it and they will be protected if they just go to him.
He reminds them that as long as they are alive on this Earth that God has a plan for them, that God is aware of them and that we are all, each of us, important to God. We know this because He created us at all.
These are wonderful people, some of them all but forgotten by those they used to interact with daily.
I’ve run into several of my old customers from the restaurant and they are thrilled to be recognized.
I did a story for my newspaper about one of the residents there and they all enjoyed seeing the article in print.
Just like I am important to God these people are important to me. I make sure to say hello to each of them, ask how they're doing, let them talk if they need to and sometimes cry also.
A friend of mine is a temporary resident there. He was in a bad car accident and between surgeries he is staying there. He’s only 33 so I visit with him often.
Of course in doing that I see others also. When he is no longer needing to be there I think I'll still keep going often.
From the nursing home windows I can see several of the churches down in the town.
The home is on a hill in a beautiful old mansion that has been added to but in the style it was originally built in. It’s a beautiful building and well kept. It’s clean and comfortable.
I think my pastor and friend is pretty special for taking care of the elderly.
In this country we don’t treat our elderly well, that has always bothered me.
I welcome the opportunity to give them some attention and love.
I think I get way more back in return.

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THE OLD NEIGHBORHOOD

Friday, 20. March 2009, 03:40:24

This used to be my neighborhood, this row of houses in the photo.
My house isn’t even there anymore; it was where the last boathouse on the left is.
Even as a child I knew I was lucky to live in this place.
My house was actually where the boathouse is, built right on the water.
You could jump off the roof or porch into deep water, the boathouse was under the living room, my bedroom was under the house and had a cement dock outside the door.
Originally the house was built on railroad ties and the water would run under my bedroom, the sound was soothing.
One year a house right across the lake, built like ours, fell into the lake when the ice went out.
The next year my father had our foundation redone and cemented.
The house was tilting towards the water already and he was afraid the ice might take our house also.
After that the water slapped up against the front of my bedroom, under the windows. It was still soothing but I liked it better when I could hear the water under the floor.
I liked looking out the windows, right onto the lake. I used to pretend it was a houseboat and it almost was except it didn’t move with the waves.
At night and early in the morning the sounds carried across the water and I could hear people a mile or more away having conversations.
On Saturday nights I could hear the dancing bands from the yacht club and people laughing and having a good time.
When the moon was big it would shine on the lake and if it was full the moonlight was a wide road you could drive a boat in.
The stars were clear and felt close; you could see the Milky Way and other galaxies.
We used to sit on the open porch for hours, staring at the sky. We’d watch meteor showers when it was their time of year, we’d hope for a falling star other times.
The water had it’s moods, sometimes it was calm like glass, sometimes it was rapidly moving, which way it went depended on good or bad weather and sometimes it was furious with churning waves and whitecaps.
It was always beautiful.
It was a perfect place for children to grow, feeding imaginations and providing adventures.
There was swimming, boating, water skiing, fishing and other water sports. There were long hours climbing on the rocks pretending to be lost on an island.
I swam like a fish and used to pretend I was a mermaid, I’d pull myself up on a large rock and bask in the sun and then slip back into the water and swim along the bottom until I couldn’t hold my breath any longer.
Across the short span of the lake was Loon Island Lighthouse, it’s beacon comforting in the night.
Across the long span of the lake was Mt. Kearsage in all it’s splendor, looking totally different with each season.
On the Fourth of July there were fireworks from the yacht club that was right behind the point next to the lighthouse. Not only were the fireworks wonderful and magical but there would be over 100 boats that came to watch from the water adding to the excitement of the night especially for children.
We would sit out on our porch and watch the fireworks, feeling special that our house had this perfect location for what seemed like everything.
Across the street was a thick forest and if you hiked there you could find Indian Cave. We’d take a picnic lunch and go through the cave and then sit on top and eat.
If you walked up Burkehaven Hill, right on top was blueberry hill and that’s where we picked tons of berries.
Today the blueberries are gone and there are houses but back then it was like a wilderness.
Every Tuesday my friend and I used to go horseback riding on Burkehaven Hill also. There were two fields separated by a stand of trees and you could look down onto the lake and across to Mt. Sunapee while riding.
I used to pretend it was 100 years earlier.
I miss my house and I always will but I know how lucky I was to have it especially for 51 years.
As an adult I’d still sit for hours on the porch, staring at the sky, listening to the conversations float across the water. It was where I’d go to settle my mind and find my peace when life got rough.
But I’ve still got that feeling, all I have to do is close my eyes and remember, my soul starts to relax and my mind’s eye sees what I saw for all those years and I think again just how lucky I am.