Sunday, August 10, 2014

RURAL LIFE AND THE NEIGHBORHOOD (SISTER BRIDGE) ~









Eunice Williams Covered Bridge
Greenfield, Massachusetts
9 August 2014
photo: Bob Arnold





The other day we took a trip down to see how work was going on the lower Green River in Greenfield, Massachusetts on the old Eunice Williams bridge at the pumping station. A bridge over decades we have traveled on by car, by foot, by bicycle. It's down in a hollow and has already had quite a history.

You can see the abutments are in place. A bit too phony stone for my taste, akin to what is being done on the massive overpass on Interstate 91 between exits 2 & 3 in Brattleboro, which should look impressive enough in that environment.  Better than plain concrete.

The work on the timber structure of the Williams covered bridge here is loyal and true. No fooling around, with a honey-edged new wood shingled roof. This is but one neighborly example of what can be done, on our same Green River.

Over the last week — despite being boxed out by a community organizer for a neighborhood Green River covered bridge event (Vermont), we've been very impressed with the devotion shown by town administrator for Guilford Katie Buckley to all events and sudden dramas brought on by the restoration of the Green River bridge. To say the least it isn't easy juggling all personal persuasions and new calamities. This is her job, and she's performing it wonderfully.

The Guilford Selectboard seem to have their thinking caps twisted on, and while part of the committee seems very pro-business, in fact biased, and to the point of forgetting there is also a strong ecology in the works here, I don't believe an old covered bridge can tolerate too much longer any talk of "putting off" serious restoration work on a structure that is begging to be done now. It seems part of someone is just allowing an old bridge to grow crooked and be pastured away as a tourist gallery, while asking citizens to "hound the state" to bring in a new modern bridge. A bridge that will change the light of day at whatever attracted you and me to this quiet river valley in the first place. Quiet today comes with a price and a personal sacrifice. You've got to drive extra miles, walk extra miles, plan and get strategic outside of your comfort zone and habit to keep something remarkable. Time has shown all covered bridges are remarkable.

A "temporary bridge" at $60,000 and change is one way to get a foot in the door by pro-business and development sleuths at establishing a new bridge format, and the frustration of many, hearing the covered bridge is out for a month, then two months, now three months, only raises the ante, and psychology, to appease our desperation. We shouldn't be impatient. And we shouldn't give-in and lose the larger world lifestyle of Green River made by many hands, farmers, home owners, artisans, the carving river and wildlife that all came before us. Actually they're asking us to 'take care' of what they left us. I knew some of those folks from long ago, so did you.

One point of information you might find interesting, there is an artisan in our midst working on the bridge right now. Peter Welch, stonewaller.  I've built with stone well over 40 years now and know another waller when I see one, and the other night I bicycled up to the village with Susan to watch a worker take care of things around the bridge for the next day's work. I didn't say a word after a hand wave back and forth, I just watched, for over an hour. The west stone wing of the bridge landscape is being done by a certified DSWA of GB Wallers. That means "Dry Stone Walling Association of Great Britian." Crackerjack craftsmen. I'm putting a link here for you to read more about the association:
Feel lucky.

If the same care could be drawn into the covered bridge, as is being devoted to the abutment (the core), which should stand strong for over 200 years, we'd have something historical and memorable to remember our own heritage by. This is what forefathers and old farmers usually fall back on in their memories and stories — the real stuff —an old bridge that survived a hurricane, and slowed us and a whole valley down to the measure of a walk. Feel lucky a second time. Any Vermont town can have a bridge you can race across. A covered bridge — now there's something.


[ BA ]



http://www.coveredbridgesociety.org/news.html


http://www.townofgreenfield.org/Pages/GreenfieldMA_News/01DF2A59-000F8513.0/Covered%20Bridge%20Update.pdf


http://lifeonabridged.blogspot.com/2012/06/haunted-eunice-williams-bridge.html







Saturday, August 9, 2014

TREE HOUSES ~








If you are looking for the ultimate showcase, in book form, of tree houses, this is the book for you.

It's so massive and all encompassing that the battery on my little camera about sputtered out trying to survey the turning pages. As a builder, I was already sputtering. It's a dream book to visit and re-visit to scheme over and maybe even make plans.
On a bookstore shelf the book looks outrageously appealing.

I built my first tree house at age 12, and by 14 I was joining my uncle Brian in his, 30 feet up into a white pine that we could only get to by rope. Knotted. You climbed.

By 15 I was latched into a small crew of amateur woodbuilders making a three tier tree house (think fort) in the narrow hillside of woods up off our small Berkshire hills town main street. Nobody seemed to know we were there.


[ BA ]









Tree Houses
Edited by Loft Publications
Skyhourse Publishing
October 2013
511 pages
 
 

Once In Vermont Films © bob arnold

 
 
 
 
 

Friday, August 8, 2014

RURAL LIFE AND THE NEIGHBORHOOD (A BRIDGE OVER) ~







Green River Covered Bridge
6 August 2014
photo: Susan Arnold




To Katie, and all Neighbors —


Excellent coverage and description for all of us on this end of the spectrum re the covered bridge as of 8 Aug 2014. We were home late last night from work scheduled further north. We waited for your analysis.

Between you and me, and I already mentioned this: it's good to read any mention of cribbing. I believe that was always absent from the work site.

I also believe Guilford has forever been too black and white about their work conditions: the job starts and the town is next to molasses-slow at installing detour signs, and frankly the signs are still sparse for the uninitiated, and the clarification about a "covered bridge" being shutdown is completely unclear. Only because someone lightly penciled it in, that the covered bridge was closed, is there now some hint of what is ahead for the traveler approaching from the south in Colrain. Guilford seems blind to outside travel, never mind the citizenry on either side of the river. One would think a modest causeway could be built for foot-traffic no matter what is being done — with this causeway extending on the south side of the bridge interior for people to move down a safe passage alley way. It would do everyone a world of good to know we can still bicycle up to the bridge, or hike up, and get across to see neighbors, and more of the village. Plus a way for school children to move to & fro. I'm sure the thought of the bridge being closed until at least October 22 is not pleasing for anyone knowing heavy snow could then occur the very same time, and now the valley is socked in for months to come.

Go to most towns under construction — heavy construction — and there is always a passage for the citizen, no matter how extensive. Of course most of the workers are walking back and forth over this bridge each and every day. With the bridge hunkered down into the abutment, unsafe as a structure for vehicles at the moment but certainly not human weight, and once the scaffolding and cribbing is in place (which should have always been in place from the start) the bridge is established and can take human traffic at a modest level and only for local use. We'd like to see that egalitarian balance of respecting the citizen/neighbor and that respect being returned by the same. Why can't we believe in that?

If we're listening to the engineers about foot passage, and we should, then we should also listen to the engineers when they forecast that a new bridge of any kind south of the covered bridge is a bad idea. Bad because of flood plain, and mostso bad because now the town has two bridges for the price of one headache. Imagine one more hurricane, Irene or flood, now slamming into two bridges, their abutments, and infrastructure. You've compounded a nightmare. "Irene" wasn't just a lot of water — it was Mother Nature's message of what can happen a second time. She was actually quite kind to the village the first time around . . . as far as hurricanes go.

The valley should be open to foot traffic and passage to circulate the flow of life, and showing we not only know how to live with disability, but we have an ability with it.

all's well, Bob










THE PUBLIC LIBRARY ~







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The nation's smallest library (now closed)  in
Hartland Four Corners, Vermont, 1994.

The building was assembled from two office rooms
of a local sawmill in 1944.

At its closing the library's entire collection
of seventy boxes of books had just been sold
to a local used book dealer for $125.

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SMALL TOWN BUILDER ~








The Hand of the Small Town Builder

Vernacular Summer Architecture in New England
1870-1935

Godine, 2014







Thursday, August 7, 2014

WAR CRIMES ~






Tyler Hicks/The New York Times



Four young Palestinian boys were killed in Gaza when two explosions hit a jetty and beach where they were playing. Witnesses and officials said the cause was an Israeli naval or aerial attack.















Wednesday, August 6, 2014

RURAL LIFE AND THE NEIGHBORHOOD (BRIDGING) ~







Green River Vermont covered bridge
photo:  Porter Thayer 
circa 1910-20



Things that matter most must never be at the mercy
 of things that matter least.

G O E T H E




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August 5, 2014


Part Two — Rural Life and the Neighborhood



Thank you for the guideline notes, which are actually Rules ** [see below]. It will be helpful to read about the actual discussion at this Sunday meeting for those, like ourselves, not invited, and those unaware but holding simpatico feelings for this covered bridge and river valley. Organizational meetings are absolutely important for spirited inspired discussion, education, overview and to be socially connected at an event. This is one more "event" organized by this "community organizer" that lives in the vacuum of itself, with a coterie of people who have signed up to receive email notices at a loss of EVERYONE not being included. . .even if they don't wish to be: a bridge is out and this impacts their passage, in fact it infects their lifestyle and the rhythm of the entire river valley. If you're going to take on the charge of being a "community organizer" than you best organize, instead of waiting for one more Sunday to show up for one more meeting that tells the whole community nothing at all.

This same "community organizer" repeatedly works in this vacuum of perhaps good intentions with lousy social skills. After Hurricane Irene we caught this community organizer on our land, with a ragtag army selected from his coterie, cutting trees on our property, thinking this was assisting us and the world in some way. All it was doing was following his Rules. When we stopped his charge momentarily onto our land to ask what was happening, since it seemed more than obvious it was a man out of control with a small band of supporters, we were arrogantly rebuffed and finally dismissed (to this day), on our own property! as if what concern of all this should it be to us. This is arrogance of the worst kind, that hides and distributes Rules, that waits for certain Sundays to roll around, so a preferred and select bunch can be notified. Vacuum.

First-time events do require contact notice via ALL ways of communication especially with such short notice — particularly since there is only one source of email addresses distributed and managed by Steve Lembke., the community organizer. As these meetings plan to continue, then that is the time to utilize a "preferred" method of sharing information such as by email only.

As Dick Clark, selectman and representative decision-maker for the town was present at this Sunday meeting, there is more reason to have made a mandatory, inclusive, required notice for the Sunday gathering circulated to ALL especially those on the west side of the river impacted by the bridge closing. Mr. Clark is yet another who works in his own vacuum, caught on video tape from a Guilford Selectboard meeting, where he believes he can speak outlandish comments about us specifically, and with great ignorance, incorrectly, without ever once meeting with us or even knowing us so he can be correctly informed. He passes by our house, as he did last Sunday on his ride to one more Sunday meeting, with no ability to be neighborly. It's a vacuum.

And to be brief — let's not ignore the elephant in the room, well documented by us over the past three years since Hurricane Irene, housed on Bob's Birdhouse blog and in Guilford town records, as to the bad manners and insult of many in this river valley. This includes both Lembkes and many in their coterie, but understand me plainly, not ALL the people — there are still very fine, wholesome and perhaps quieter people that live in the cushion of these woodlands and river. However, we were victims of attacks on our own land by foul mouthed and assaulting neighbors, who operate much the same way this self-appointed community organizer does, at their own whim, with zero respect for the consequences that ensue. One assault after another onto us actually grew into an ugly movement of neighbors, one canvassing with a bogus petition against my wife, addressing a 100% fabrication as to her character, when actually the petition driver was hiding behind the petition with her own troubles and arrogance. NO ONE, but two neighbors of all the signers, questioned the authenticity of this petition or came to talk with us before they signed onto it. One neighbor told us after signing the petition that "Susan Arnold was suing this neighbor," which helped create a firestorm. Let me repeat — no one came to talk to us, or Susan, before signing, to insure a balanced story. The town was also involved with one town official, at least, spreading their own negative rumor mill about us. Thankfully two neighbors did take the time to speak up and inform us of what was happening, as well as other neighbors who either declined to sign or perhaps smelled a rat. Many of the people on this petition are in the community organizer's coterie — and he believes we should hold his second meeting at our house with many of these petition signing cowards? Will he please wake up.

Let me explain why these are cowards — these people are so abusive, so intolerant to good reasoning and communication, that we had to call in the Windham County Sheriff's Department to take care of business. Again, this is all on record and may be over viewed by anyone. Be our guest. The long and short of it all is that the neighbor who circulated the petition and created a bogus history for her own benefit, supported by all these signers, was brought before the Vermont District Court for criminal trespass on our property. The State was set to prosecute but it was agreed by the court for a dismissal with prejudice with the neighbor defendant to write an apology for her abusive behavior and to remain off our property for three years — and if failure to do so, the State would reinstate the criminal prosecution. Please understand, this is the caliber of character we often have to work with in this valley. None to this day have come to talk with us, apologize, or managed any degree of civility. All it would take is being a neighbor. And this they refuse to do. We're certain the defendant-neighbor has never enlightened any of the petition signers as to her outcome with the court, nor has any of the petition signers approached us for a clarification. Vacuum.

These two Guilford representatives — Lembke and Clark — enforce a new lifestyle of working in this vacuum now practiced by many neighbors. Like these two, they work at their own whim and Rules. They operate within their own specialized group, mandated by their own leadership. Why in the world we need one more meeting, instead of having a vigorous and heart-felt and all inclusive information pool established from one meeting, is beyond us.

The bridge is being worked on, fact. The town is in charge of this, fact. Zaluzny is working, Welch will soon move in, fact. If the covered bridge is meant to survive as a viable and working platform for years to come the community, haunted within these vacuums, may prevail, but I doubt it.

The precarious wonder of a covered bridge — at once a massive practical structure, now trapped in antiquity waiting to see if it has a community that can both appreciate and accept its gift, is the key here. There are great examples around Vermont that are a testimony to just where and how a covered bridge has survived, and hasn't. It all begins with the soul of the community. That's how a bridge is built.

Best wishes,
Bob & Susan Arnold



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our sister bridge:



** "Rules" as sent by Steve Lembke, "community organizer" ~

To be clear:
The notification list used to announce the Sunday afternoon citizens meetings is the same list you use for your communication updates. There is no separate “notification list” for the citizens group nor do we intend to create one. As you know, the single list used for communication (and currently maintained by you), is comprised of emails sent to you by individuals who have responded to your messages and expressed a personal interest in being part of the communication process. To avoid confusion, individuals wishing to be added to the list have been directed to you for addition and the list has grown steadily and organically to 50+ people.

Regarding the Citizens Group:
As you and Dick Clark heard at yesterday’s very first citizens meeting:
a.       The meetings are for the sharing of information, ideas and concerns about current and future Green River projects
b.      They are intended to be one-hour (hopefully) positive energy, information, meetings
c.       While hopefully pleasant to attend, they are not intended to be social events or unproductive complaint sessions.
d.      They are voluntary and open to anyone who would like to attend
e.      Because the initial idea of having a citizens group meeting was mine, I was designated to be the initial group liaison to the Selectboard --- I.E. to formally collect and bring any full group ideas or concerns to the SB. That said, each person is encouraged to communicate directly with you or the Selectboard. Selectboard members have no official function at the meetings or any obligation to attend and I have no formal tie to the Selectboard other than as one of several group liaisons.
f.        The group decided that the meetings will be held on the 1st and 3rd Sundays of each month at 4:30p at a site to be determined.
g.       While I facilitated and hosted the first meeting, it was made clear to everyone who attended that the facilitation and hosting of future meetings will be shared by the group
h.      It was also decided that very general minutes will be kept and distributed to the group so action steps can be recorded and those who can’t attend are kept up to date.
i.        A voluntary sign-up list will be circulated at each meeting to record who attended and collect any missing emails that might be forwarded to you for addition to the general communication list.
j.        The group decided that, for now, the single email list will be the only method of communication used and attendees were encouraged to tell others about the meetings and have them contact you with their email. If someone wants to start a phone tree they certainly can but it will be up to them to do so. There was no suggestion of that at the meeting.







Tuesday, August 5, 2014

START WITH THE TREE ~










It all starts with a tree. One to plant, one to cut down, one to hike to, one to mill, one to saw and nail. Remember the tree.






We started clearing and leveling ground all by hand a month or so ago. . .
that oak tree was dropped, that boulder yanked away. . .the region is bumpy with rock, heavy tree roots, ledge, creeping ground water . . . the elements.







It isn't a job if there isn't a can of spikes, long screws and nails.







I needed stone, lots of stone, so I tore down a stonewall I built 30 years ago to get the stone. This opened up two magnificent oak trees that had been corralled by the stonewall, plus opened a whole new area where we used to shovel snow by hand by having to throw the snow load at every snowfall over this former stonewall. Former is better. And I have stone to build with.






Here's where some of the stone went into, deep foundation pits, heavy with rock. There's more stone under these stones, there always is.






Get grubby






Tools of the trade, bucket of water to pour into the post hole pits. It puts the dirt down where you want it, cements things up. Nothing like an iron bar. You should use a long level on the job everywhere, and on your own life. Of course the can of  nails.







String is essential and so is your eye. Train it. Rock. Sawdust. Notching. You may be off a half inch, it will meet you at the roof line. Wait and see.







Good, clean crushed rock. Nothing like it. It will go everywhere, even where you wouldn't expect. The orange cord comes 200 feet from the house, through a window, plugged in the bookshop behind old children's books.







Here's the building roughed-out. The ground isn't close to being leveled or finalized. The dreamers are still dreaming. Know when to stop dreaming and get practical. Don't get bored by being too practical, start dreaming again.







I wouldn't know life without a wheelbarrow. Two in fact. I have a poem about this. And Susan has a little red wagon saved from Carson to complete the WCW cycle.







Try to get one day off a week — take a hike



 


Now we're getting somewhere. The interior has been boxed in, sills disappeared behind pressure treated plywood, fill hauled in by wheelbarrow and brought to eye level. The old stonewall rebuilt on the end and matched to the framing. Look real close and you'll see a Batman figure sitting and watching me, all day, there all night. He sits, waits, asks for nothing. Soft mossy seat at least.






Use the tailgate as sawhorse and truck cab as tool shed. Wear your glasses.






One Saturday morning at 6AM we just went out and framed up all the walls. Me and Sweetheart who is behind the camera. I haven't touched the camera yet. We had the walls studded by breakfast at 10AM. Sweetheart isn't a carpenter, she's weaver, she is way over-extending herself to help like this. You can do it.







Step-ladder that has been with me everywhere. Not as paint messy as the other one. Extension ladder is quick and light and gets you 12 feet. Don't forget the side braces make everything  plumb or plumb won't hold.








Soon enough, after the timbered sills were in and stonework supported, floor joists spread the trees. . .







Old saw sign. It came out for a visit.










Every job has a building inspector . . .they come in all sizes and disguises. Just make sure you keep 'em tied down with a rock.







Handwork the rock inside and feel it all. Mike brought this over hill & dale since the load wouldn't be allowed over the town covered bridge. A bridge about to go out of existence because a town has lost touch with that way of life. Where we live has stayed remote, quiet, part of itself because of this covered bridge. I just paid more money for this stone delivery because the driver has to go the extra distance. One will learn, maybe, that we always pay dearly and work harder to reach some solace.








Dreaming the roof height. One board can do it. Take it as high or as low as you want, just remember the consequences and the snow load. Yes, use the tree. There may be a further attachment there when I'm finished.







Sweetheart tells me if she likes the roof height, angle, and look of it all. There is some deadwood to cut out of my pal towering maple tree before the roof goes down. And some to think of it one of the two twin maples may have to come down — it has a good lean into the building, makes dead limbs which will be precariously over a steel roof. Not good.










While waiting for a lumber delivery — breakaway and put down a new steel roof on the lean-to part of the big woodshed. Sheets all came from protective top and bottom sheets from roofing jobs I've had over the years. I kept them all. We think enough to cover this small roof, and to side all the new building. Time will tell.







Wide board pine, combed on one side, planed on the other, will make the second floor. Twelve and sixteen footers.






The tool you want when setting down long floor planks.






Leave some space to work, break your joints, green life all around you.







Ah, a second plan gets hatched. The lean-to building to tuck in the pickup truck. That two-wheel dolly is going to save your back and your life. The flat rock on it is as heavy as I am. The timber posts you see will be eventually covered with stone. All will blend. Close to.







Timber sill for the lean-to extension notched into place and set on stone.



 

Corner notch.






High up on the wooden scaffold we built for rafter work.





The base of the scaffold, and stone.





Framing, always framing . . .


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what is it?

it's a chapel of the heart

a dance floor with the lightning bugs

a stone and timber companion piece

a soon enough two-door harbor

vehicles, winter, covered!


more to come



photos 2014  © bob & susan arnold







Monday, August 4, 2014

RURAL LIFE AND THE NEIGHBORHOOD (DETOUR) ~










Here we are smack dab in the middle of summer. A summer that wasn't quite as thick with orange daylilies as last summer but who wants to compare summers. It's summer, not winter! and we waited a long slog through last winter to get to this time. . .even if it has been a much wetter July than usual, the days have also been milder, often cooler, and the nights and dawns are grab a jacket.


I've been out most every morning from 6-10AM for the past five weeks framing a new building. Spruce lumber, field stone, crushed stone, pressure-treated timbers and me. Today I'll write a little about this and a little about something else, and then tomorrow I'll begin to showcase photographs from the job site. Most will have been taken by Sweetheart with the roving camera and eye.


From my vantage point on the structure going up I've had a bird's eye view of traffic, passers-by, joggers, bicyclists, whining crows, an increase on dump trucks (more on that) and newer, faster traffic, also connected to the dump trucks because the old covered bridge 1.6 miles up river from where I'm building, where I once hiked up each day to fetch my mail and timed it with the school bus bringing home the only four boys that then lived on the road (farm family). The mail used to be stored in this covered bridge. I lost count long ago how often I've driven over the bridge, brought friends from far off over the bridge, hiked over, bicycled over, cut trees down around it for a customer, swam beneath the bridge, picked up poison ivy east side of the bridge, snowshoed over the bridge (or better took off the shoes to clean them off and get away from the snow storm). You can see the covered bridge has become a friend for the better part of my life. I was married in a small church right up from the covered bridge, and I've worked on nearly every house in the village where the bridge is the key focus. It's kept big trucks on its toes (they can't come through) and in its own old-fashioned way it's taught each and every traveler about common courtesy and patience — a priceless commodity we seem to confuse with our own selfish needs. Which every day seem to grow greater and greater.


For those following my rural essays, episodes and escapades over the last three or four years, the intriguing caper of our neighborhood that holds personal grudges and prejudice and even malaise continues.  Don't ask me why, they just do. It seems to come with the regular malady of our own US Congress — instead of improving, they're busy organizing the next fight, lathering up a further insult.


The dump trucks on the road are part of at least a hopeful and possible improvement and repairs on our covered bridge. The newer and faster traffic are the folks having to go 15 minutes out of their way in a detour well worth its trouble. If you love the bridge. Not as many people have bridge planks and lore any longer in their constitution. And once the people lose the love for their bridge, the bridge will be gone. Covered bridges are a lifestyle and a maker of its own rules: you cross over me one at a time, you move through me as slow as a walk, and you watch the amount of weight you're bringing over me. You pay attention. Not to your Smart Phone, but to your bridge, its river, the calming passage it has allowed. Be so lucky.


This summer so far I've had a few great visitors. The first two were a father and his 10 year old daughter both manning a bicycle built for two. It was a bicycle the man had ridden 900 miles with his wife aboard throughout France. One look at the cute little girl and you might guess the man's wife was French. She wasn't with them, she was waiting at a hotel in town 10 miles away and the man had stopped to ask directions and wanting to make sure he was on the right course. I told him he was hanging true, just 10 more miles, and one part of it, soon, would be one mile straight uphill. That didn't seem to phase the 900-miler. It only brought him closer to Sweetheart and me where we were building — sawing lumber and banging nails — a sort of rhythmic music on a summer afternoon. The man wanted a look around. Glance off at our house across the mowed lawn, the roof line, the old chimney, the whiff of the place. A chalkboard with a poem or a quote tucked off into one corner of the yard. Oh yes, he had seen the countryside of France. Here was someone who knew how to look, listen, ask questions and soak it all in. He now lived in Southampton, Massachusetts, a place where I had once worked on two roofs and so we compared travel notes even further. What a lovely visit.


The other visit was this morning — good friend neighbors wanting to touch base, even console for a very good reason and hug to make it all click into place. They told us some news, which wasn't clean and fair, which enlisted this letter I'll be sharing below. It isn't necessarily their opinion, but it is Sweetheart's and my opinion. After an extended visit which felt great by permitting me an hour away from the toolbox, back at it I went for the rest of the afternoon. While framing in two window rough openings there was a glorious moment where suddenly a bicyclist appeared going at the speed it seemed a bicyclist who loves to bike back dirt country roads should move at. I can't tell you what that speed was by number, it just looked right. He appeared, helmeted, sure, dark glasses, and he saw me up in the windows with a hammer and he threw up a big arm wave and never for a moment lost perfect concentration with the road, his bike, the way further, as I waved back just as sure. It was five seconds in the life.



~ BA



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“To be nobody-but-yourself — in a world which is doing its best, night and day, to make you everybody else — means to fight the hardest battle which any human being can fight; and never stop fighting.”

E.E. Cummings 

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3 August 2014



Dear —,

At each and every step with the Green River Bridge closure this summer, there has been a tremendous misstep by the town.

The town's funding and securing the Zaluzny company for the renovation has been a careful and deliberate job, we are sure. Of course none of this was done overnight and everyone knows that to hire a company takes proper oversight, working with the calendar and the seasons. The job has been impending for quite awhile. But notice to the residents and any other person or business of interest (considering the lengthy closure) was about 72 hours! That is startling. Imagine if someone had made plans for a wedding on the west side of the bridge, or had a serious medical concern with plans established. Never mind the peek-a-boo road signs and detour signs or lack of signs shoved together at the last moment by the town. Finally some real detour signs were installed along the way between Vermont to Massachusetts — a circuitous route to say the least for the uninitiated. Good luck.

What is abysmal is that the town has secured a "community organizer" Steve Lembke to coordinate notices and entrusted him with making sure each and every resident affected by this bridge closure would be INCLUDED with notifications. Well, a dear neighbor of ours sent an email this morning (Sunday a.m.) with a concern that we were not on the list of notices via email. No email has come to us including an "invitation" to a Sunday meeting, from either Mr. Lembke or the town, nor telephone call. Perhaps you should "fire" this person (Steve Lembke) for willful prejudicial non-communication. That this person and the town should expect to receive kudos for their partaking with "community organization and notices" is more absurdity and gladhanding amongst yourselves.

The bridge closure is more complicated than just construction and re-alignment of old foundations. There are a myriad of safety factors and first off, the respect to the integrity of the covered bridge, its historical importance, its once-site for the only mail boxes in the area, a true confluence of admiration for it by the Green River residents and the countless photo-sessions of the covered bridge by travelers who plain as day love the visage of the bridge and waterfall. It's not just the structure that overwhelms them, it's the fact there is a community existing this way. In simpler and quiet fashion. As residents here for over forty years, we spirited a petition in the early '90s that we gathered by foot, bike and auto (no such concept of email communication was applied then) to many many residents and visitors to "save the covered bridge." And we all did, and it stuck, so much so, that the Town of Dummerston once personally contacted us as to how one can keep a bridge alive and well and functioning (referencing their long bridge over the West River). This is one of many snapshots of life with the Green River Covered Bridge.

We are certainly hardy residents and can travel the hill and dale to get around to where we have to be. But what we're not tolerant about is the town's non-communication which includes your organizer Steve Lembke. Remind yourselves and him that ALL residents need to be informed and when there is an event or meeting about to occur "in the moment" ALL residents are entitled to this immediate notification. Otherwise, he is not fit for the job.

By the way, we noticed Mr. Lembke pedaling by our home with Mrs. Lembke on bicycles five hours before the scheduled Sunday meeting at their home. We were building a structure on our property, thus making a joyful noise not thirty feet from their passing. It's funny what people can see, and not see, as they wish. Your community organizer looked straight ahead with no interest at informing us of the neighborhood event. In the old days it used to be done with a smile and a wave. The same way covered bridges were built, repaired and saved.

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Susan and Bob Arnold




Green River Covered Bridge