Richburg New York

  • “When we walk our way and encounter a man who comes towards us, walking his way, we know our way only and not his; for his comes to life for us only in the encounter.” Martin Buber, I and Thou There is a fragility to the connection that binds communities together. This is no different…

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  • Early one morning, I took a virtual stroll (more accurately, scroll) through the village of Richburg, New York. An article in The Wellsville Sun about a house on the market precipitated my walk. I decided to stop by the cemetery to pay my respects to family buried there. A virtual stroll. While clicking the arrows,…

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  • One of my pleasures on Fridays is reading Chuck Wiser’s column, “Wiser’s Wramblings” in The Wellsville Sun. Chuck summarizes his column, “I write the words to share what my eyes see and my heart feels.” Chuck’s column is a reminder to “open your eyes and see,” which is something I often say. My now adult…

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  • Good songs survive time because they are strong. The lyrics speak to us even after the passage of time. This morning, while listening to Johnny Cash’s Cash Unearthed produced by Rick Ruben, the stories my grandparents told me came to mind. My great grandfather owned a farm in Allentown, New York in the 1880s. My…

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