Liz Laite’s Memory Quilt, made by her mother, hangs in her apartment, nearly floor-to-ceiling. Want to see it in person? Good news: it’s available for viewing by appointment. Just send Liz an email or give her a call (for email or telephone number, check the Directory).
Photo by Art Brady
Paul Jeffries (in the dark blue shirt) makes learning new techniques interesting — and fun.
Photos by Carolyn Reiss
Video provided by Cathie Campbell
Art and photos by Sheila Benedis
The Grissles' meet-cute love affair began when the reptile day-care mixed up little Angie and Fred
Burney was the only one at the office still wearing a mask
Sci-Fi had always been Austin’s favorite genre
Carlton’s flea circus unionized, exterminating profits—and then some
The Sleepy Hollow elite apple-bobbing team held practices throughout the year
Art and photos by Jane Hart
Kendal on Hudson welcomes Steve Fishler back again to serve as Interim CEO.
Long ago and far away—or was it just yesterday?—at Kendal on Hudson
Photo by Art Brady
Patrick Raftery, WCHS Assistant Director and Librarian, accepts two of many boxes of materials for the KoH collection at WCHS, from Archive Committee members Gretchen Engler, Fran Kelly, and Edward Kasinec.
On September 2022, the Residents Council approved KoH becoming a full Corporate Patron of the Westchester County Historical Society (WCHS). Since that time, the Archives Committee has prepared and relocated 6 linear feet of KoH founding/historical documents and a map cabinet to WCHS where they will be properly stored and available to qualified researchers. For more information, see the Kendal on Hudson Residents Association Annual Report 2022, pages 10-11. Copies are included in the KoH library’s collection.
Photo by Art Brady
Margaret Ann Roth on recent dressage study/vacation in Portugal . Or is she the more obvious focus of study?
Marie Harris’ Visit to the New York Botanical Garden’s Orchard Show: Tot fueling herself with beauty
Photo provided by Marie Harris
Further Adventures of Bristol Campbell: Baby D Gains an Entourage
Video provided by Cathie Campbell
It’s not easy being green; contributed by Simone
Artist Book
Asemic Artist Book
Art and photographs by Sheila Benedis
Brumbaugh was happy that he'd gone to Petco for his hair growth lotion
Les and Julia loved each other deeply, but moving in together was out of the question
You didn't want to get in Bertram's way when he was late for work
Lester was being interviewed for his first post-grad pet therapy job
After a long and grueling Iditarod, Mary Elizabeth wanted only to ski
Art and Photographs by Jane Hart
New, quite pertinent artwork for The Bistro: “Bountiful Bistro” quilt, made by Alice Clague, Hildegarde Gray, Carolyn Klinger, and Priscilla Blakemore
Photograph by Harry Bloomfeld
Photograph by Marie Harris
Photographs by Harry Bloomfeld
Ready, set, party!
Memories from 2022
Photographs by Art Brady
The dog who has never backed away from anything before: Bristol Campbell meets Baby D for the first time.
Art and photograph provided by Sheila Benedis
There had long been rumors of shenanigans in the back of Thornton's barber shop
It was a vexing Friday: Brendan lost his big-money arm-wrestling match and the twins forgot where they'd buried the amethysts
Family photo shoots made little Devon nervous
Professor Blaffer-Knott's listening course was always fully booked
Leda and the swan fell asleep and spent all night in the Sauna
Art and Photographs by Jane Hart
Photograph by Marianne Bloomfeld
All the Basics for a Robert Burns Night Celebration: Robert Burns and Scottish Shortbread
Proper Attire Was Worn by Thems What Got ‘Em
Musicians Are Part of the Evening, too
And So the Evening Begins with a Welcome from the Organizing Base: The Education Committee
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A Moment of Grace to Start Us Out
The Selkirk Grace
Some hae meat and canna eat,
And some wad eat that want it,
But we hae meat and we can eat,
Sae let the Lord be Thankit!
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A Well-Beloved Burns Love Poem
A Red, Red Rose
(1794)
O my Luve is like a red, red rose
That’s newly sprung in June;
O my Luve is like the melody
That’s sweetly played in tune.
So fair art thou, my bonnie lass,
So deep in luve am I;
And I will luve thee still, my dear,
Till a’ the seas gang dry.
Till a’ the seas gang dry, my dear,
And the rocks melt wi’ the sun;
I will love thee still, my dear,
While the sands o’ life shall run.
And fare thee weel, my only luve!
And fare thee weel awhile!
And I will come again, my luve,
Though it were ten thousand mile.
♼
Some Burns Philosophy with His Poetry: A Man’s a Man for A’ That
To A Mouse
(1786)
On Turning her up in her Nest, with the Plough, November 1785.
Wee, sleeket, cowran, tim’rous beastie,
O, what a panic’s in thy breastie!
Thou need na start awa sae hasty,
Wi’ bickerin brattle!
I wad be laith to rin an’ chase thee
Wi’ murd’ring pattle!
I’m truly sorry Man’s dominion
Has broken Nature’s social union,
An’ justifies that ill opinion,
Which makes thee startle,
At me, thy poor, earth-born companion,
An’ fellow-mortal!
I doubt na, whyles, but thou may thieve;
What then? poor beastie, thou maun live!
A daimen-icker in a thrave
’S a sma’ request:
I’ll get a blessin wi’ the lave,
An’ never miss ’t!
Thy wee-bit housie, too, in ruin!
It’s silly wa’s the win’s are strewin!
An’ naething, now, to big a new ane,
O’ foggage green!
An’ bleak December’s winds ensuin,
Baith snell an’ keen!
Thou saw the fields laid bare an’ waste,
An’ weary Winter comin fast,
An’ cozie here, beneath the blast,
Thou thought to dwell,
Till crash! the cruel coulter past
Out thro’ thy cell.
That wee-bit heap o’ leaves an’ stibble
Has cost thee monie a weary nibble!
Now thou’s turn’d out, for a’ thy trouble,
But house or hald,
To thole the Winter’s sleety dribble,
An’ cranreuch cauld!
But Mousie, thou art no thy-lane,
In proving foresight may be vain:
The best laid schemes o’ Mice an’ Men
Gang aft agley,
An’ lea’e us nought but grief an’ pain,
For promis’d joy!
Still, thou art blest, compar’d wi’ me!
The present only toucheth thee:
But Och! I backward cast my e’e,
On prospects drear!
An’ forward tho’ I canna see,
I guess an’ fear!
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Winter: A Dirge (and very apt a few weeks later)
Winter: A Dirge
(1781)
The wintry west extends his blast,
And hail and rain does blaw;
Or, the stormy north sends driving forth
The blinding sleet and snaw:
While tumbling brown, the burn comes down,
And roars frae bank to brae;
And bird and beast in covert rest,
And pass the heartless day.
The sweeping blast, the sky o’ercast,
The joyless winter-day,
Let others fear, to me more dear
Than all the pride of May:
The tempest’s howl, it soothes my soul,
My griefs it seems to join;
The leafless trees my fancy please,
Their fate resembles mine!
Thou Pow’r Supreme, whose mighty scheme
These woes of mine fulfil,
Here, firm, I rest, they must be best,
Because they are Thy will!
Then all I want (O, do Thou grant
This one request of mine!)
Since to enjoy Thou dost deny,
Assist me to resign.
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A Final Song: Auld Lang Syne—All of It—and All Joined In
Auld Lang Syne
Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
And never brought to mind?
Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
And auld lang syne!
Chorus:
For auld lang syne, my dear,
For auld lang syne.
We’ll tak a cup o’ kindness yet,
For auld lang syne.
And surely ye'll be your pint stowp!
And surely I’ll be mine!
And we’ll tak a cup o’ kindness yet,
For auld lang syne.
Chorus
We twa hae run about the braes,
And pou’d the gowans fine;
But we’ve wander’d mony a weary fit,
Sin’ auld lang syne.
Chorus
We twa hae paidl’d in the burn,
Frae morning sun till dine;
But seas between us braid hae roar’d
Sin’ auld lang syne.
Chorus
And there’s a hand, my trusty fere!
And gie’s a hand o’ thine!
And we’ll tak a right gude-willie waught,
For auld lang syne.
Chorus
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All Capped Off with “A Parting Grace”
A Parting Grace
O Thou, in whom we live and move,
Who made the sea and shore,
Thou goodness constantly we prove,
And, grateful, would adore.
And, if it please Thee, Power above!
Still grant us with such store
The friend we trust, the fair we love,
And we desire no more.
♼
The Evening’s Image: the Highland Cow, Created by Jane Hart, a Bit of Serendipity—Jane Didn’t Know Burns’ Had a Particular Affection for “A Highland Coo”
Photographs by Art Brady. Poetry/Song by Robert Burns.
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