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Friday, September 2, 2005

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The Mosquito was busy this summer

As you shake the sand out of the towels, store away the sun block, or head out for last minute back-to-school errands, think of the many volunteers who worked hard on the Mosquito book project this summer.

This book has been a work in progress for several years. The idea first took shape in late 2001 when Forum writer Parkman Howe suggested compiling a volume using selections from Mosquito issues from past years. The board of directors of Carlisle Communications Inc., the newspaper's parent organization, decided to attempt the project in March of 2002, the year the paper celebrated its 30th anniversary.

It took a while to decide on the book's format. It would be a great opportunity to reprint favorite feature articles, photos, or essays and introduce them to a new generation of readers. Or should the book concentrate on chronicling events of town government, since all of Carlisle's existing history books stop short of the modern era? The course chosen includes both ideas, and we hope the resulting compilation is both fun to read and a useful social history of life in our town during the years 1972 - 2004.

The newspaper has witnessed the growth of Carlisle's population from 3,000 to 5,000, celebrated countless spaghetti suppers and school plays, and chronicled the town's efforts to preserve open space and limit the rising taxes. During this time, the town has expanded the school and library, built a new fire station, police station and Carlisle's first Town Hall. Some problems — like unruly teen parties on conservation land — have been resolved, but other challenges — like affordable housing — are still with us.

One reason this book has taken so long to complete is simply the massive number of hours needed to review each year's newspapers, selecting articles and photographs. Then one must extract the essence of each article chosen, work with the original photographers to try to locate negatives or prints where possible, or else scan the photos from old newspapers, lay out each year's material, and of course, proof-read and polish.

Over the past four years many people have donated hundreds of hours on the project, and thanks to a huge push this summer, the end is finally within sight. A couple more months of polishing and the book should be heading for the printers. This summer's cast included: Lois d'Annunzio, Midge Eliassen, Susan Emmons, myself, Jane Hamilton, Ellen Huber, Mary Hult, Marjorie Johnson, Maya Liteplo, Helen Lyons, Betty McCullough, Ellen Miller, Molly Sorrows, Priscilla Stevens and Penny Zezima. Those who contributed earlier also include: Karen Cohen, Don Emmons, Verna Gilbert, Lee Milliken and Elizabeth Parson and Laura Scholten. (My apologies to anyone whose name was accidentally omitted.)

Once the book is printed and on sale, we hope you will enjoy seeing yourselves in the pages — for being a book of Carlisle's very recent history, it is truly a celebration of our town.



Beyond the sea

After my brother-in-law took his wife to a minor league baseball game in upstate New York, my nephew Dan had a great saying. It was, "Mom took one for the marriage." His dad said, "No, Mom really loved it." She just smiled. But in reality, husbands and wives often have differing views of the same event.

Our family had an opportunity to boat over to an island, and get a slip in a harbor for two nights. My husband Brian, who has been boating for years, thought this was a wonderful idea. I love boating — on sunny, calm days. I said it sounded great.

You have to book and pay for boat slips in advance, before you know the weather conditions. We woke up on the Monday morning we were scheduled to leave, and it was drizzling and dark. I knew that this trip meant a lot to Brian, so I kept my mouth shut, except for asking for assurance that there would be no thunderstorms.

At the start of our trip, the ocean was a little choppy. I actually gave the thumbs up sign when we passed our first checkpoint. After that, Brian said there would be no turning back.

The ocean is big. It never seems bigger than when you are in a 24-foot boat and the water is rough. The seas had picked up in intensity. I sat in the seat facing backwards; it is easier for me to watch what has come and gone rather than see what is coming. There were not a lot of boats out that morning, but I did see one small blue sailboat being beaten up by the waves. I remembered the theme song to Gilligan's Island as I sat, stoically, waiting for the ride to end. I thought of the movie The Perfect Storm. Brian is skilled at maneuvering boats through the ocean though; I trusted him.

We arrived at the harbor in about an hour. Once we were docked, everyone breathed easier. The day was spent sightseeing, shopping, and laughing. It was pretty cool to be staying on an island.

That night, we climbed aboard and prepared to sleep. Pami, Jackie and I set up in the cabin. Brian and Kimi would be sleeping in the cockpit. But the seas had not really subsided much; there were still waves even in the shelter of the harbor. Pami slept right through it all. Jackie, once asleep, was gone for the night too. The rest of us tossed and turned along with the ocean. The sound was similar to that of a plunger; an irregular sucking, swirling, and loud popping as the waves passed under the boat. Coupled with the motion of the boat, three of us didn't clock a lot of sleep time that night.

We awoke the next day to sun and calmer seas. More activities filled our day, and we had a late dinner and caught a movie. By the time we got back to the boat, we were exhausted. The ocean had relaxed, and everyone slept well that night.

Our ride back was calm and we have some great pictures. But I'm planning the next family vacation. It might be Brian's turn to take one for the marriage.

 

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