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Chelsea Berry with Charlee Bianchini Old Sloop Coffee House Saturday, Nov. 1 @ 7:30pm

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Coming soon…
Not many tckets left for this event!
http://rockportucc.org/November01-2014.htm
Tickets can be purchased also at The Bookstore, 61 Main St. and Toad Hall Bookstore, Rockport, Ma.

http://www.chelseaberry.com/

http://www.charleebeth.com/

 

Where Did Summer Go?

Swan and Cygnets ©Kim Smith 2014Henry’s Pond Swan Family, Rockport

Click on image to view the adorable cygnets larger.

Random snapshots not previously posted, taken during this past summer’s B-roll shoots for the Monarch Film and other film projects.

Where did summer go–she always flies by so swiftly–and this year seemed especially brief with the cooler than usual temperatures.

Cosmos and Coneflowers ©Kim Smith 2014Cosmos and Coneflowers

Rudbeckia ©Kim Smith 2014Wildflower Field, Essex

Silver-spotted Skipper ©Kim Smith 2014JPGSilver-spotted Skipper 

 

Note to Self: Never Leave Home Without My Camera

I really need to take a lesson from my fellow contributors and never leave home without my camera.  I’m fairly certain, however, that Murphy’s Law dictates that I will only encounter four deer grazing in a field if I am completely unprepared.

So, that having been said, I apologize for the photo quality, but 4 deer in a field in Rockport is a pretty cool grab even if the photo isn’t the best.

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We Don’t Know a Tree

TreeFace4985wmI was walking with a cane with Janet, and saw a face on a tree trunk. Amazing, I thought! Later I realized one could buy these ornaments in most garden stores. But this history goes much deeper. Trees have a special meaning for us, not only in Tolkien’s Lord of the Rings with the Ents (giant trees), but in our current lives. George Washington remorsefully cut down a cherry tree and confessed, there is the memory of a Liberty Tree in Danvers Massachusetts, and when a grand old tree is cut down in your town in violation of local laws, it causes an uproar. Rightly so, because they’re so very important in our lives. In my bedridden time of illness in hospitals, and nursing/rehab homes, window views of trees were of prime importance to me. A tree is life, and encouraged me to carry on. I will never hurt a tree.

AWOL in Africa 01966

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A giraffe must have wandered  from the sculpted granite animal park, and into someone’s driveway. This striking bronze animal changes color with the sunlight. When admiring the African animal sculpture park on Phillips Avenue in Rockport, turn and look directly behind you into the woods. If I’m not mistaken, this is the work of Chris Williams, who also created the bear family: http://goodmorninggloucester.wordpress.com/2014/10/08/big-bear-hug/#comments

YUMMMMMM ~ Get Your FRESH HOT APPLE CIDER DONUTS at BROTHERS BREW!

Brothers Brew Rockport  Laura© 2014 Kim Smith. .

After the chill of early morning filming, my favorite place to stop along the way home is Brothers Brew. The coffee is really, really good–smooth, flavorful, never bitter, and always super fresh (even the decaf). Their housemade doughnuts, TO-DIE-FOR!

Brothers Brew Donuts Rockport © 2014 Kim Smith. .Brothers Brew’s current seasonal selection of delicious donuts includes apple cider and pumpkin glaze.

Brothers Brew Rockport -2 ©2014 Kim Smith. .Morning Mecca!

Brothers Brew Rockport © 2014 Kim Smith.Terry Bracket Brothers Brew Rockport © 2014 Kim Smith. .Laura, left, and Terry Brackett, Donut-Maker Extraordinaire!

Something You’d Never Have Heard One of My Grandmothers Say…

Please allow me to paint a picture for you……

A somewhat crisp, early afternoon on a late summer day….

Children gather all over Evan’s Field in Rockport, families in tow, with a rainbow of colors representing the various teams that make up our little Rockport Youth Soccer League.  Couldn’t be sweater, really.

The boys and I took Marlin, our German Shorthaired Pointer, to Finn’s early morning Kick Start Soccer Program and let him sniff the other dogs and then have a good romp around the field once the youngest players had scattered. We took a stroll down the dirt road and waved to the horses grazing in the field.

With just enough time to get home, regroup, and grab our bikes….we were off for Game #2.  The boys are new to riding their bikes across town.  I’m not going to lie, I slightly panic that Finn is going to swerve, fall off the curb accidentally, and get struck by a car.  I’m trying to be less nervous…and they LOVE riding down South Street, through town, up Broadway, past the train tracks, and to the ball field.  So, we do it.

Thatcher is a hockey player first and foremost, but he’s been loving soccer so far this season too.  He has a fantastic coach and is a totally different player than he was just one year ago.  I was just settling in after getting Finn a snack and watching him wander up the hill to pat a super cute puppy.  I was enjoying a bit of a “my boys are pretty awesome….and things are getting easier as they’re growing up a bit” moment.

And then, Thatcher and another kid collided. Thatcher tripped, totally fine, but was on the ground fumbling with his cleat that had fallen off. The other child was also fine…and kindly took a second to turn around to check on Thatcher.  As I was thinking, “That’s sweet….good job….way to check out the other player” my thoughts were quickly interrupted.

The grandmother of the other player shouted, “Don’t look back to see if he’s ok. Who cares.”  I was flabbergasted.  My first though was, “He’s fine, your kid isn’t that tough.”  My second was, “Shame on you, lady.”

Seriously….shame on her.

I don’t really straddle the fence of Helicopter Parentville.  I’m, as many people can attest, a pretty tough parent.  I expect my boys to be polite, I don’t tolerate too much crappy behavior, and I offer up plenty of constructive criticism.  I love them more than I ever knew humanly possible, but I don’t sugarcoat, and I expect them to be accountable and good kids.

While I wan’t compelled for even a second to run down and check on Thatcher….because A) he was fine and B) it is more my nature to let the coach assess the situation and summon me if necessary… I was still horrified by her “Who Cares” assertion.  I mean, really. Who cares?  Is that really what any of us want to teach our children.  That is exactly the type of response I hope that my boys NEVER have as they continue to grow and live their lives.  I hope that they always care.

As a parent, as a teacher, and as someone who hopes my kids are, above anything else kind, sympathetic, and compassionate to their friends, their classmates, their teammates, and even strangers, I was sad.

What did I do, you may ask.  Not much.  I’ve been regretting my lack of reaction all weekend.  I simply looked over my shoulder, made eye contact with the mother of the child, and said, “Wow.”

 

Dedicated to the Medical Professionals Who Saved my Life

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Yesterday I took my first short walk with no support other than my legs. Occupational therapist Shelly came over, I handed her my camera, and told her I was going to walk. Well, I did, after seven and a half months of grave illness and much therapy. I traveled 21 steps, and I call that a winner – Blackjack!

Ellis Paul with Martyn Joseph at Old Sloop Coffeehouse on Friday Sept 12

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Ellis Paul has won 15 Boston Music awards, released 19 CDs, and earned loyal fans around the world with his meticulously written songs and compelling live shows. Paul has written songs for numerous TV shows as well as Hollywood films such as the Farrelly Brothers movies “Me, Myself & Irene”, “Hall Pass”, and “Shallow Hal”. Martyn Joseph headlines festivals in Europe and is known for his dynamic performances and his ability to speak to the soul with his expressive and poignant lyrics.

Isn’t it Ironic?

An ironic place for some seagulls to snack on lobster legs, isn’t it?

Brazen little buggers sat right on top of our live lobsters to dine on some of their cousins.  Well, I can’t really prove that they’re actual cousins…but, you know what I mean.

I can almost hear the lobsters in the crate….”Enough already.  I can’t take it. STOP!  Why are you doing this?  What more do you want from me?”

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“MARCIA WILL U BE MINE” Graffiti on Straitsmouth Island

marciawillubemineMonday August 25, freshly painted on the gap end of Straitsmouth Island.

“MARCIA WILL U BE MINE?”

Marcia, here’s a tip, dump this loser and tell him to go row out to Straitsmouth and remove his stupid message.

You could also name him so we could publicly ridicule him too. That would be fun. Is he the D-bag who spray painted “MOLLY” under the Keystone Bridge?

Your boyfriend with the low IQ should not be dating material.

Three Seasons of Illness, and Now Recovery

I  thank Addison  Gilbert Hospital, Beverly Hospital, Den-Mar Nursing and Rehab in Rockport, and Seacoast Nursing and Rehab in Gloucester.

I thank Addison
Gilbert Hospital, Beverly Hospital, Den-Mar Nursing and Rehab in Rockport, and Seacoast Nursing and Rehab in Gloucester.

I look forward to posts than other than those about my health. However, I think I’ve opened up an area that many folks are have interest in. I’ll always cherish the hospital and nursing home/rehab/VNA friends who saved my life.

I’m very disapointed in you Rockport!

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What are Towns thinking? They own Nature now?

I’m sure and I hope this sign is made for Commercial Companys that would haul away the rocks and smash them into decorative stones for Driveways and road shoulders.

“I’ll give you my rocks when you pry  them from my cold, dead hands

                                                                                        -Paul F. Frontiero Jr.

Way to be, Jack Ass!

I guess for someone, stealing is easier than working for it.  And from kids nonetheless. Allow me to explain.

If you’ve browsed any of my previous posts here on GMG, you’ve probably come to know a few things about me.  You probably know that I’m long winded (does that actually apply to writing?) and you’ve probably gotten to “know” my two young boys….and maybe you’ve learned that they love the ocean.  More than loving it, they work hard at being budding little lobstermen, and they’re pretty passionate about it.

If you haven’t seen it yet, maybe this will help paint the picture

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My boys, along with their three great friends…on our friends’ boat, go lobstering typically twice per week all summer long.  With only ten traps, they certainly don’t do it to make money….they do it because they love it.  And, they do it for Lobsterfest!  Once each summer (maybe twice if we’re lucky)… we gather our families and some of our local friends, and we have a feast to end all feasts. More importantly, we have laugh after laugh, in one of the most picturesque towns I know.  It is, without a doubt, one of our favorite evenings of the entire summer.

We check the tide chart….we check our busy summer schedules…and we pick a day.  This summer…that day was Saturday.

The kids feel tremendous pride that their hard work supplies the Stars of the Show:  The Rockport Harbor Lobsters!  They feel tremendous pride that our guests….friends who have watched them grow, learn, laugh, and cry…gather to enjoy a quintessential summer evening and “oooh and ahhhh” over their bounty! They feel tremendous pride in being such a huge part of such a special tradition.

So, maybe you can imagine our shock and dismay to discover that THE lobsters had been stolen from the water on Friday night.  Holding tank and all.  Gone.  As a friend put it, “It’s like losing your uniform the night before the Big Game.”  The night before Lobsterfest.

I get that maybe the thief wasn’t aware that those lobsters had been slowly gathered by a group of dedicated children…and their two amazing dads.  Two dads who take the time to show those kids how to haul and set their gear.  Two dads who, while they love lobstering with the kids, may actually prefer to cast a few rods, set an anchor at the beach, or play a round of golf on a few more occasions, rather than continuously tend to the traps.  Or maybe they wouldn’t rather do those things, either way, that isn’t the point.

The point is, Stealing is wrong…and I’m pissed.

“The children must be crushed!” you may be thinking.  Well, actually, the children don’t know.  Luckily, those two amazing dads also had the wherewithal to not let the children know that someone had stolen their lobsters.  They would have been beyond devastated.  They would have been hurt.  They probably would have been confused.

Those two amazing dads also didn’t want our guests to know that they had to scramble and buy lobsters in the eleventh hour.  They certainly didn’t want any guests to run out and purchase lobsters themselves….not that any of those guests would have minded!  Lucky also is that Cape Ann is the type of community where friends rally for each other.  Lucky also is that, having lived here forever, those two amazing dads have people who were happy to help them and that getting enough lobsters to feed our friends was possible.

So, Lobsterfest was a giant success.  Those little “lobsterkids” are none the wiser and, while we’re still mad, it would take more than a small time thief (Jack Ass) to ruin a wonderful summer evening with such amazing friends.  Still, shame on them.

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Lunch at the Emerson Inn

A few weeks ago my sister (Painter Barb) and her husband Robert visited us in Rockport. We discovered that our neighbor, the Emerson Inn by the Sea, was open for lunch in the summer. The convenience was only equalled by the tasty food. We marked the occasion by eating a platter of Darmariscotta oysters, seafood luncheon entries, and a good sit on the open porch. http://www.emersoninnbythesea.com/amenities.htm

A few weeks ago my sister (Painter Barb) and her husband Robert visited us in Rockport. We discovered that our neighbor, the Emerson Inn by the Sea, was open for lunch in the summer. The convenience was only equalled by the tasty food. We marked the occasion by eating a platter of Darmariscotta oysters, seafood luncheon entries, and a good sit on the open porch. http://www.emersoninnbythesea.com/amenities.htm

Part of the restaurant at the Emerson Inn is called the Veranda, a screened in dining area with adjoining open porch with rocking chairs. It all overlooks the Atlantic Ocean.

Part of the restaurant at the Emerson Inn is called the Veranda, a screened in dining area with adjoining open porch with rocking chairs. It all overlooks the Atlantic Ocean.

The grounds of the Emerson have beautiful plantings, benches, and a pool.

The grounds of the Emerson have beautiful plantings, benches, and a pool.

While There’s No Such Thing as a Bad Beach….

Yesterday, during a miraculous 30 minute session of sitting still at the beach, I fired off this short little post about Beach Pros and Cons….as I was contemplating which beach is “best” for my boys (ummm….and me).

http://goodmorninggloucester.wordpress.com/2014/07/22/does-size-really-matter/

So, today, I invite you to participate in this little summer poll

 

Please comment with additional answers if you’d like as it is impossible to adequately include all kinds of beach experiences!

 

 

 

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