Category: Where We Live

A Fun Day at Basilica in Hudson with Random House “Off the Page”

It was a wondeful day!

Sunday Poem – Let America Be America Again

“Let America Be America Again”

Written by Langston Hughes decades ago, this poem seems more relevant than ever.

Let America be America again.
Let it be the dream it used to be.
Let it be the pioneer on the plain
Seeking a home where he himself is free. Continue reading Sunday Poem – Let America Be America Again

Grateful for Our Independence

Citizens of our United States rejoice, revel in the joy of our independence, and be grateful for all it affords us. Yet, be vigilant and on the ready, for today almost two and a half centuries later, there are those outside, and among us who seek to deny our freedom, and unthinkably to discriminate against certain Americans they don’t like. Celebrate and remember the words of these great people… Continue reading Grateful for Our Independence

Farm to Table, Sea to Table, Vine to Table

We enjoyed global meets local with three wines from the venerable Kim Crawford Wines of New Zealand with local fare from Cold Spring Farmers Market. More Here Hello Again Kim Crawford Wines You Are Better Than Ever

Great Asian Cuisine – To Go – Tuesday and Wednesday

We have been so looking forward to tasting what Marnie Henricksson is serving at her latest venture Marnie’s Asian Kitchen to Go that just opened in May.

Every Tuesday and Wednesday she is offering a very tempting menu of Asian cuisine out of St. Mary’s Church in Cold Spring.

This past week we tried two dishes and loved them. Continue reading Great Asian Cuisine – To Go – Tuesday and Wednesday

Marnie Hillsley Always in Our Heart

Marney Hillsley will always be a dear friend of ours, and will forevermore be remembered by us and the many people in her life, in our community, that loved and admired here so much.

We were so moved and inspired by the words, poems and songs shared at her memorial service this past Saturday at St. Philip’s Church of the Highlands.

Marney’s spirit will be with us eternally, as will the positive changes she made to world in her life.

Continue reading Marnie Hillsley Always in Our Heart

Sunday Poem – California Prodigal

BY MAYA ANGELOU

The eye follows, the land

Slips upward, creases down, forms

The gentle buttocks of a young

Giant. In the nestle,

Old adobe bricks, washed of

Whiteness, paled to umber,

Await another century.

Star Jasmine and old vines

Lay claim upon the ghosted land,

Then quiet pools whisper

Private childhood secrets.

Flush on inner cottage walls

Antiquitous faces,

Used to the gelid breath

Of old manors, glare disdainfully

Over breached time.

Around and through these

Cold phantasmatalities,

He walks, insisting

To the languid air,

Activity, music,

A generosity of graces.

His lupin fields spurn old

Deceit and agile poppies dance

In golden riot. Each day is

Fulminant, exploding brightly

Under the gaze of his exquisite

Sires, frozen in the famed paint

Of dead masters. Audacious

Sunlight casts defiance

At their feet.