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Filmed Locally - Werewolves Within

Written By The Mountain Eagle on 9/5/24 | 9/5/24


By Bradley Towle

CATSKILLS REGION — Werewolves Within is a 2021 horror comedy filmed in Phoenecia and Flieschmanns based on the video game of the same name. Production on the film began in the precarious February of 2020, a mere weeks before the Covid-19 shutdown began. 

While the game is set in a medieval village, and the film is set in the fictional Beaverton, Vermont, filmmaker Josh Ruben knew he wanted to shoot the movie in the Catskills. The Woodstock native recounted to the Times Union in 2021 how much the eerie woods of his childhood continue to captivate his imagination. “I’m both traumatized by and constantly inspired by those woods,” said Ruben. “I was terrified of the woods here, I watched great movies here, I made great friends here, I played here and dreamt here and wrote here and read here. I love this area, and I knew I wanted to shoot in the Hudson Valley again,” he told SagIndie (Ruben’s previous film, Scare Me, was shot in Bearsville). He convinced the studio that there was an abundance of talented crew for the film in the area. With his fiancee’s suggestion of event venue Spillian in Flieschmanns as The Beaverfield Inn, they had a critical location for the film and production headquarters. “You want a place like the Beaverfield Inn to feel like a character the moment you walk in, and [Spillian] felt like a parlor in Clue, with the ballroom and the cafe and the labyrinthine hallways and dark corners. It felt perfect, and we knew we had to go.”

The film boasts an ensemble cast, including Sam Richardson, Milana Vayntrub, and Michaela Watkins, who portray inhabitants of a small town trapped in a snowstorm who begin to suspect one among them is a werewolf. An ongoing subplot surrounds a local discord over a proposed pipeline, adding to the small town’s tension and character. The film premiered in June 2021 at the Tribeca Film Festival and had a screening at The 32 Drive-In in Greenville on June 17th, 2021, ahead of its wider release on June 25th (a tenuous summer for movie theaters) and received generally positive reviews praising its playfulness. In August 2024, the Phoenicia Diner held a screening of the film as a part of the Lexington Film Fest. The diner offered “a themed werewolf dinner and drink offering” with cast and crew members, including actress Anni Krueger, Corey Spears, and Doria Tremente, in attendance. Werewolves Within is currently available across several streaming platforms. 


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The Trust that Protects the Land of Schoharie County, Part II

By Samuel Feldman

JEFFERSON — The Schoharie Land Trust was created in 1990 to help preserve agricultural, scenic, forested, natural, recreational and open spaced land. It was organized by Co-chairmen Bob Smith and Karl Westphal, as well as Kenneth Hotopp, Mary O’Donnell and other residents. Today the trust protects 30 land parcels totaling 3276 acres.

We interviewed Schoharie Land Trust President Andrew Mason about its history and operations. We continue the interview from last edition.

- For what type of landowner is this trust most beneficial?

It's definitely people who, as I described earlier, want to protect their land in the future. So it's people who may have lived on the land all their life, and so it is important to them that it will be protected. Or it is people who recognize the importance of conservation of land.

And that is their philosophy is to protect the environment, and they want to do that with their own land. We don't really go out looking for land. People come to us. Hopefully, people know we're available, that we're a resource protecting land, and they come to us.

There are the tax benefits which are a little bit of a sweetener for people, but they're not so big that I think people do this just for the tax benefits. They do it because they think it's the right thing to do.

- Maybe it is also useful for farmers. Because they can farm the land.

Yes. Some farmers do sell off their farms to developers. That is not an uncommon thing that has happened quite a bit in the past, especially a farmer who is having trouble financially, making a go of it. So it does benefit farmers because they get this tax benefit.

But again, looking to the future, they may think, well, the time may come when I have to sell this land and break it up to survive, or sell pieces off just to pay their taxes. So, you know, again, it depends on the mindset of the farmer, and also, maybe, how successful the farmers are. For example, in the Schoharie Valley, there is flat, excellent farmland, and those farmers, they are doing well. We don't have any easements on that farmland because they don't really need it.

The farms that we do have easements on are the ones up in the hills, and they are smaller and harder to farm. They have limited land that can be cultivated, with more forests and hills. So they are more financially struggling, perhaps. So those farms, I think, are more likely to be interested in a conservation easement.

- Is there anything done to increase the tax break?

That would require an act of the legislature. The legislature is the ones who put this tax rebate in place some years ago.

And, I haven't heard of any move to increase that tax cut. The money comes from the state. The people still pay their local taxes, so the local towns and schools still get their full tax payment.

But then when the landowner goes to do their state income taxes, that is when they get the rebate. So the money comes, not from the local government, but from the state government. So it is the state that has to fund this tax rebate program. So it would have to be the state that would increase the cut.

I think the fear is more that if the state gets in financial trouble as they do occasionally, that they might do away with the tax cut. But so far, it's been in place for about 20 years now. It seems to be pretty well entrenched.

The state, by and large, encourages conservation easements. Because, when the state wants to take land and turn it into a park, a preserve of some sort and protect it that way. That is controversial because it requires, basically, taking people's land away. They get paid for it, but they may not have a choice. The government often does not pay local taxes for preserved land. So the local municipalities are also not happy.

But, with conservation easements, the land is still under the landowner's control. They still pay their local taxes. So it is a way of protecting land that still keeps it active. The easements do allow logging and agriculture.

They allow uses that don't damage the land. It is just a more benign way of protecting the land rather than the government taking it over. So I think the government likes the arrangement with the land trusts and the easements.

- Do you know of any tax breaks for land, besides the one for the conservation easement?

Farmers have opportunities to reduce their taxes. Agricultural land is assessed for tax purposes at a lower rate than residential land or commercial land. So that is a break they got. And if they are in an agricultural district, Schoharie County has several, that also reduces their taxes. So there are benefits for farmers.

For regular landowners, there are tax breaks for senior citizens. There are tax breaks for firefighters or first responders. Tax breaks for veterans. Most towns give a tax break, not completely free of taxes, but they get a reduction.

Not for profit organizations such as ours, we do not have to pay taxes on land they own. In addition to the conservation easements, we own 3 or 4 parcels of land that we protect and we do not have to pay taxes on them because we are non-profit. Other groups like that also don't have to pay local school taxes and property taxes.

- In your opinion, do you think people use these tax breaks or maybe not enough?

Do they know about them? I think people generally do. The government sort of makes an effort to publicize them. And, I think pretty much everyone that is eligible uses that.

I imagine most farmers take advantage of the tax breaks that they can have. There is also another tax break for farmers, which is not land taxes, so that they do not have to pay sales tax on farm equipment or farm related purchases. So that is quite a savings for them. So, I think most people are aware of and take advantage of those tax breaks.

- Is there something you can suggest to ease the tax burden on landowners, farmers?

Well, one thing will be to just change the method of taxation. Changing it to either increasing the sales tax or increasing income tax. Which are the other two main ways that the government raises money.

Some localities do have a local income tax, for example, NYC, and I think one or two municipalities downstate. But that is something that has to be allowed by the legislature. The state has to give them permission to put an income tax in place.

So, it is possible it could happen. But, people will react to any new tax. So if, for example, Schoharie County said, well, we are going to put an income tax in place, there would be an uproar, even when they reduce the property taxes by an equal amount.

I think people would just be upset.

- And also the renters probably will be very unhappy.

That's right.

It would help some people, and it would hurt some people. It would help the landowners. But, people that live in an apartment, they would get some benefit out of it because their landlords would be paying less property tax. And that would presumably reduce their rent somewhat. But it would be a complicated change.


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Musings of a Local by Iris Mead - REMEMBER THE MAYTAG MAN? A Personal Story

I do, as my father was one, for 35 years! His name was Stanley C. Mead and was the Maytag and Whirlpool representative and only washer repairman in the Margaretville, Roxbury, Fleischmanns and beyond area for all that time.  Working from a small red barn in Halcottsville behind our house, he repaired all brands of washers and dryers.  I remember the barn having many washers sitting around, some used ones for sale, some waiting to be repaired and re-sold and some junkers behind the barn for parts.  Of course, there was one or two brand-new ones to show potential customers what was available.   In no way was it a “showroom”.  As part of the barn, an inside room held a long workbench, many shelves lined with tools and parts,

and I always remember the big vise he had on the bench.   Stan could fix anything or make a part to fix anything. Also in the red barn were cubbyholes where he kept stock for the Hinman milking machines that he also sold.  Farms were still plentiful in this area at the time.

Since he traveled many miles around the area, I liked to ride with him occasionally, especially when he had to repair the machines at the big hotels, like the Takanassee and the Grand Hotel, which was built partly in Delaware County and partly in Ulster County.  It was exciting to drive up to these big hotels with many guests around and wish I could stay there.  The laundry rooms were not that exciting, hot and crowded, and then there were the big ironing machines, called ??, that had large round rollers that ironed sheets and pillowcases quickly and more efficiently than by hand.  Dad was always welcomed both there and by housewives because when the washer was broken dirty clothes piled up.  House calls were around $15-$25 depending on mileage and extent of the repairs needed and not always paid at the time of the call.

Stan went to work as a young man with his uncle, Demas Mead, who was then the local washer repairman, and coincidently had a repair shop on Swart Street in Margaretville, the street that Stan was living on when he died in 1981.  My father worked on washing machines when they were run on gasoline, through wringer washers with round tubs, sometimes having to remove a finger or two from the wringers, and then to the automatic washer we know today.  He would order his merchandise from a distributor in Binghamton and they would be delivered by truck to the red barn.  

After he retired, I wrote to the Maytag Company in Ames, Iowa, which made the best cheese, by the way, and told them about my father and his years of selling Maytag’s.  He received a certificate but no cheese.  There are still people in the area who remember Stan Mead and the service he provided for 35 years and the Maytag’s that lasted years, it was the Whirlpools that broke down.


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Roxbury Labor Day Potluck and Fireworks

By Robert Brune

ROXBURY — This past Sunday’s flurry of events concluded with the Roxbury community Labor Day weekend potluck. The food was plentiful and delicious with a great selection of delightful salads of all kinds. The feast was a welcome treat after a long day of costume races, tug of war, and hammer and nail team relay teams flew back and forth. 

This evening of mingling with family, neighbors, and friends finished off with another marvelous fireworks display orchestrated by Glen Faulkner. The giant colors spreading across the sky had the audience in awe. Just prior to the grand finale, an unexpected rain shower blanked the field as the spectators scurried for cover. The downpour gave way slowly to a misty sprinkle as the finale happened. Every droplet had magnified the fireworks creating a beautiful luminescent fairytale like atmosphere. 

As with each closing to our days of summer, the community joined together sharing stories of their travels and adventures of the season 



Photo Credit Steve Craig. Craig also donated these costumes to the event livening up an already perfect evening 



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The Moment My Life Changed - A discussion of perseverance through a debilitating Nerve Dystrophy as an Artist, Writer and Human

By Elizabeth Mami Livingston 

The moment my life changed wasn't the day our family realized that our mother suffered from Munchausen by Proxy, a severe mental illness. Everyone knew, but no one talked about it. The members of my family, the siblings' relationship with their Mother and Father, family, and themselves broken into smaller pieces each moment of their dark days. 

It wasn’t when I understood that there was no comfort or words of love that could come from a silent, incapable of expression, product of his generation, Father. 

The moment when my life changed wasn’t the day I was raped by a boy I had a crush on and had no one to tell but my diary. Still too young to even think of the possible consequences, puberty having just begun. The story of most young girls and women continued, no better story to be written in Hollywood. 

My world didn’t change when I was sexually assaulted in a classroom full of my peers when the psychology teacher left the room. The joy of my life was learning and my mind was filled with curiosity, wanting to explore the wonders of the world. 

My life’s pivotal moment wasn’t when I graduated with honors and a college readiness, but no college to go to. I almost made myself fail my Senior year, to stay in school. It wasn’t the moment I escaped from my home, filled with terror from my Mother’s growing madness- with an older man who I thought knew all the answers to my many questions about life, but he didn’t. 

My life wasn’t changed when my lost heart was found, like most of us, seeking a relationship of love and trust and finding the challenge deeply fraught with pain. My life didn’t change the moment my daughter was born, by cesarean, and breech, by a retired doctor on Labor Day, (You can’t make this up.) There were no other expecting women, or post-birth mothers to share my birth horror story. A rural, empty labor and delivery ward, no babies crying, only my cries of pain and despair, bouncing off of sterile, white walls. A tiny daughter whisked off, born too early; 10 days alone with no child. The loss of the experience with a doula and a simple, natural birth had escaped my desire with a silent, internal scream.. It wasn’t the moment I opened my own art studio; A small business with a life of its own, growing through sheer will alone. But my wish for it to be something real and accepted was ripped away by a mothers comment, “When are you going to get a real job?” Then, as if Hades had heard my Mothers sneering voice, on a mid-afternoon spring day, a devastating fire blew out the building and then crept ever so slowly until it exploded the front wall of my 25 year old fine art and graphic studio. The home of all my experience as an artist, a lifetime of work, now lay in rubble and burnt dust. 

My life didn’t change as my daughter grew beyond the walls of her birth bower and left the nest I had struggled to maintain, seeking her own nest to build. The young woman now seeking the world on her own, the terror visceral in my throat.

A decade of terrible loss more than can be described in these dark lines of written experience. 

The moment my life changed was a beautiful day; bright blue sky and warm fall air. A glorious moment filled with golden light. The joy of independence and a hopeful future. Pushing past the trauma that lay inside, squirming and slithering, ever rising to the surface to remind me of the chain I pulled behind me. 

The world spit its reality and a dream unfolded before me. A second of existence moving slowly, like frozen water, sliding across my field of vision. My body moved like a moving snake, twisting and turning with an elegant wave. A bright flash of pain. My mind was unable to fathom what had just happened. Months of a rush to find an answer, where none would be found. Of course it is a rare thing. No normal broken bones or damaged muscles here. The questions of purpose driven to the deep darkness of sorrow and a life potential unfulfilled. 

The alternate journey had been chosen by another, befalling on a simple heart, a gentle soul with a world of ideas to give; no longer in control of her body. A heart along for the ride with another driver at the wheel. There were many attempts to turn back the tide of this storm cloud that had followed every second of my days. 

Sigh…so there, there it is

The neverending cycle of questions and a purpose driven life, swallowed by the unexpected; a life crushed under the weight of sepia tones, hollow and in shadow. The moment was still weaving in and out of my day to day existence. The scene playing on a forever computer loop. Suddenly, I felt as if I had no more purpose than the autumn burgundy, red and orange leaves gathered at my feet. 

This is my story, not unlike many souls throughout humanity, but most are unable to speak to the nature of their brokenness, and achingly slow recovery

I’m in the fall of my Life’s journey and never have felt so complete. My Nerve Dystrophy will continue progressing, each day taking bits of my ability. The pain is ever present, recalling the moment of the crash of the car into my body. But, finally there is a sense of ground beneath me. Though the wind does blow against my shivering skin, and my body leans back and forth, I have come to understand the many arms, unseen as they may be, are there to catch me when I fall. This is survival at its core. 

The recognition that there are times in our path, that we feel the desperation of loneliness, and feel powerless to change what’s happening. All it takes is one step forward and we get there with a million, million souls behind us that went through the same heartache, and some…much worse. We carry those burdens in our very DNA, not even realizing it’s there until Gaia decides to throw a branch on our car. 

Screamin, crying, curled in a fetal position, became my safe space for many years, but the light always, and ever, has pulled me forward. The tiny spark of hope that drives the human condition to seek something better than what they have.


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New Craft Beverage Trail Launches to Boost Catskill Region's Economy



Photo Caption: Pictured (Left to Right): Gabriel Buono (Secretary, Craft Beverages of the Catskills), Corey Cavallaro (President, Craft Beverages of the Catskills),  Senator Michelle Hinchey, Scott Via (Treasurer, Craft Beverages of the Catskills). Photo courtesy Senator Hinchey.


By Max Oppen

KINGSTON — In a significant move to promote local businesses and bolster the economy of the Catskill region, Senator Michelle Hinchey and the non-profit organization Craft Beverages of the Catskills have officially launched the Craft Beverage Trail of the Catskills. This initiative, along with the new "Drink the Catskills" mobile app, is designed to support and promote the area's burgeoning craft beverage industry.

The Craft Beverage Trail is a curated route that highlights a growing number of local breweries, cideries, distilleries, and wineries. It offers both locals and visitors an easy way to explore the unique flavors of the Catskills. The "Drink the Catskills" app, which is free to download, serves as a guide to these businesses, offering users special promotions and a convenient way to discover the region's diverse craft beverage offerings.

Craft beverage businesses participating in the Craft Beverage Trail include: 

  • Bad Seed Hard Cider (Highland)

  • Bashakill Vineyards (Wurtsboro)

  • Brooklyn Cider House (New Paltz)

  • Callicoon Brewing Company (Callicoon)

  • Catskill Brewery (Livingston Manor)

  • Catskill Mountain Moonshine Company (Saugerties)

  • Catskill Provisions Distillery (Callicoon) 

  • Coppersea Distilling (New Paltz)

  • Do Good Spirits (Roscoe)

  • Forthright Cyder and Mead (Youngsville)

  • Rip Van Winkle Brewing Company (Catskill)

  • Kettleborough Cider House (New Paltz)

  • Gardiner Brewing Company (Gardiner)

  • Old Factory Brewing Company (Cairo) 

  • Tuthilltown Spirits Distillery (Gardiner)

  • Stone Ridge Orchard (Stone Ridge)

  • Woodstock Brewing (Phoenicia) 

  • West Kill Brewing (West Kill)

  • Russian Mule Brewery (Claryville)

  • Rockland Cider Works - Upstate (Gilboa)

  • Union Grove Distillery (Arkville) 

  • Upward Brewing Company (Livingston Manor)

  • Rock Valley Spirits (Long Eddy)

Senator Hinchey, who played a pivotal role in securing $100,000 in funding through the New York State Agriculture Budget to bring this project to life, emphasized the trail's importance to the local economy. "Focusing on our small businesses, particularly in the agritourism sector, is a key strategy for long-term economic growth in the Catskills," Hinchey stated. She noted that the launch of this trail, paired with the advanced features of the mobile app, puts local craft beverage producers at the forefront of the region's economic revitalization.

Corey Cavallaro, President of Craft Beverages of the Catskills, expressed gratitude for the funding that made the project possible. "The Craft Beverage Trail and our 'Drink the Catskills' app are now a reality thanks to the support from Senator Hinchey. This platform will undoubtedly boost the local economy by making it easier for consumers to connect with and support our exceptional craft beverage producers," Cavallaro said.

New York State is a leading producer in the craft beverage industry, with over 1,000 licensed manufacturers. The state ranks among the top five in the U.S. for breweries, cideries, distilleries, wineries, and meaderies. Senator Hinchey has been a strong advocate for the industry, authoring legislation that simplifies the process of starting and sustaining craft beverage businesses in the state.

The Craft Beverage Trail of the Catskills features a diverse array of participants, including well-known establishments like Catskill Brewery in Livingston Manor, Tuthilltown Spirits Distillery in Gardiner, and Woodstock Brewing in Phoenicia. Each location offers visitors a chance to taste the unique products that reflect the character and tradition of the Catskills.

As the Catskills continue to grow as a destination for both tourists and local explorers, initiatives like the Craft Beverage Trail are expected to play a vital role in supporting small businesses and fostering economic development in the region.

For more information or to download the app, interested parties can contact Craft Beverages of the Catskills at craftbeveragesct@gmail.com.


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Fleischmanns Labor Day Festival


Traditionally on Labor Day weekend Fleischmanns has a village wide yard sale that draws people to Main Street each year. This summer season ending event  included seven live music engagements including Doolittles, The Print House, 1053 Gallery, and Arts Inn which started at noon on Sunday and went on into the late evening. The venues had folks enjoying the perfect weather outdoors.  This new element of the growing community might  not take much time to flourish as everyone who attended had a great time.   



Christl sells her artwork and homemade tie-dye shirts when she’s not working for the Mountain Eagle.


The Print House Devito family enjoying the outdoors with rollicking live country music in the background.


Print House live music with Lali and the Pops performing last Sunday 


Owner of 1053 Gallery Mark Birman dropped by the Fleischmanns Festival either on his way or just returning from the tennis courts


Legendary pianist Justin Kolb relaxing and catching up with friends at Doolittle’s 


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Whittling Away with Dick Brooks - Bicycling

Driving home the other day, I passed a couple of old poops on bicycles, no spandex outfits or fancy cycling shoes, shorts and sneakers adorned their sweaty bodies.  They were wearing helmets and riding at a fairly leisurely pace, chatting away.  I got a guilty little twinge, it’s been about twenty years since a bike seat chaffed my rather ample behind.  I have a bike, when I got home and having a little spare time, I checked the back of our storage garage and there it was, dusty and with one flat tire, it leaned against the back wall.  It had been a present from The Queen back in the days when I was fifty pounds heavier than I am now.  A generous gift and a not so subtle hint that I could benefit from a little exercise.  I’m a little embarrassed to admit that if it had an odometer, it would register something less than ten miles on it.  It’s a nice mountain bike, pretty green with a shifter and knobby tires.  The only thing standing between me and the Tour De France was the lovely little hamlet I live in, all the roads go uphill.  We don’t seem to have any downhill stretches.  Going uphill on my bike requires shifting, my bike has a shifter and lots of gears but I don’t know how to use them.  I moved the levers around until I found a gear I could pedal in.  I was either pedaling like crazy and not going very fast or pedaling slowly with a lot of force and still not covering a lot of ground.  My then middle aged legs were not happy campers sending me a series of toe curling cramps to emphasize their objections and the bike gradually worked its way to the back of the garage.  Walking out of the garage my now senior legs reminded me that the new hip and knee were not enthusiastic about unmotorized transportation and that if I wanted to ride something they voted for our recliner, since the vote was two to one, I headed for the recliner.  Settled comfortably with the two complainers up in the air, I started remembering when I was a bike rider, standing up, pumping hard, zigzagging down the dirt road with the breeze blowing through my butch waxed brush cut.  The leader followed by my two younger brothers and our best friend and neighbor, Wild Bill.  The Wild Bunch unleashed!  Now that was a bike!  A J.C.Higgins, balloon tires, a genuine fake gas tank the size of a Harley tank, a springer front end, resplendent in slightly rusty maroon and cream paint.  A remarkable steed my Father had picked up for the handsome sum of three dollars on one of his trips to town.  Sure it was a little big, I had to pedal ballet style sliding my adolescent fanny from side to side on the seat so my toes could reach the pedals but it was my first vehicle, I could go faster and farther than my black high top sneakers could carry me.  It took me on adventures my parents never found out about.  All innocent but exciting none the less.  I rode it for years until girls and cars came between us.  It sat for a couple of years, Dad sold it when I went to college.  He got five bucks for it, he was happy.  I wish I still had it, I think I’d join those two old poops I saw for a ride.  My old bike only had one gear.

Thought for the week—A fool is someone who doesn’t know that he doesn’t know.

Until next week, may you and yours be happy and well.

Whittle12124@yahoo.com   


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