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Written By The Mountain Eagle on 1/2/25 | 1/2/25

THE CATSKILL GEOLOGISTS BY PROFESSORS ROBERT AND JOHANNA TITUS

An empty crater?

With a draft illustration by Karl Anshanslin.

We think that, in the next two columns, we will be bringing some bad news to many of you. They will center on one of the most interesting ideas that has ever emerged from the study of the geology of the Catskills – the hypothesis of the Panther Mountain asteroid impact. You have probably read about it, perhaps several times. We have written about it, also several times. Starting about half a century ago a New York State Museum geologist, Dr. Yngvar Isachsen, argued that about 375 million years ago, during the Devonian Period, an asteroid crashed out of the sky, hitting the vicinity that would later, much later, become Panther Mountain, right here in our Catskills. We knew Yngvar and liked him. We wrote about the impact and loved his hypothesis. It provided us, as popular science writers, with some very inspired storytelling. Do you have the fourth, expanded edition of our “The Catskills, a Geological Guide?” Turn to pages 133 to 135 and read our description of that event. That was a lot of fun writing and, for you, perhaps some fun reading. What a shame it is that it, alas, may not have actually happened. 

We think that the story goes something like this: The asteroid, about a half mile across, smacked right into the great Devonian Catskill Delta that spread across our region back then. That would be like an asteroid striking today’s Ganges River Delta that makes up most of Bangladesh. It struck right where there would eventually be Panther Mountain, and it created a six-mile-wide crater. That crater, as you might guess, had an equally large rim. Over millions of years both the crater and its rim came to be buried by more than 2,600 feet of Catskill Delta sediments which all eventually hardened into all the sedimentary rock that you see whenever you are hiking up the slopes of Panther or any of the other Catskill mountains. That left the impact crater buried under thick sequences of rock and thus very much out of sight. So how could Dr, Isachsen even guess that it was there? As all this sediment piled up, it draped over that rim and fractures were generated. See our first illustration by Karl Anshanslin. Those fractures were quite densely spaced and radiated upward through the overlying bedrock. They shattered the bedrock above the circular crater rim, making it very subject to weathering and erosion. Esopus and Woodland Creeks followed these fractures and eroded a circular valley all around Panther Mountain. That process actually defines the mountain. See our second illustration.  A circle like this is a very unusual pattern in our region; there are no others like it. It cried out for explanation and the asteroid impact hypothesis provided just that.

                               1st   A diagram of a mountain

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   Isachsen went on pursuing the evidence. The density of fragmented crustal materials just below craters tend to be low. That reduces the effect of gravity – just the least little bit. So Isachsen lugged a gravimeter across the mountain and found, indeed, that the rocks were of low density. He went on to find what he thought were impactites, iron rich droplets of rock thrown into the sky above an impact. Then he found what are called shocked quartz crystals. When an impact shock passes through quartz sand grains it deforms the clear transparent crystal structures in a very recognizable fashion.

   All this seemed to add up to some pretty good science. It had to be because this sort of thing is always going to be controversial. And that it was. Would it, could it, and did it survive the inevitable attacks that would come. We will take this up next time.

   Contact the authors at randjtitus@prodigy.net. Join their facebook page “The Catskill Geologist.” Read their blogs at “thecatskillgeologist.com.”


   ADDITION & CORRECTION

In our last edition, we (me, Matt) made an error and accidentally cut off the end of the column by Professors Titus. It was my error and I apologize to you, the readers for depriving you of it and to Robert and Johanna for my oversight:

Follow the Science?

For the two of us these things sometimes strike close to home. Are you a young earth creationist? There are plenty of them. Well, sorry; we are both evolutionary biologists and several peer-reviewed articles about evolution, published in respectable science journals, have come out of our home. Do you believe in Noah’s Flood? If it actually happened, then most of the thousand columns we have published these past 33 years are false. Everything, and we mean everything we know about biology and geology, speaks clearly of a very old planet upon which life has slowly and steadily evolved. One large problem with the acceptance of science is that so many scientists are poor, to say the least, in communicating what they do. The two of us have done as well as we can along those lines. 

  So, what about the most recent loss of confidence, why is that? The answer is that science demonstrates the effectiveness’ of vaccines. We know - we know; all sorts of arguments have been made against vaccines. But the science of statistics is clear: vaccinated people, definitely including the two of us, are not as commonly sickened by the diseases that they have been vaccinated against. They are not as commonly hospitalized, and they do not die as commonly as unvaccinated people. If you insist upon not being vaccinated, then go ahead. The results? Darwin could have explained them better than we can.

Contact the authors at randjtitus@prodigy.net. Join their facebook page: “The Catskill Geologist.” Read their blogs at thecatskillgeologist.com.



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Whittling Away with Dick Brooks - A Poetic Day In Winter

I awoke to find that the Weatherman had sprinkled an inch or so of fluff over my backyard and yes, I'm holding him personally responsible.  I certainly didn't ask for it, God being just and Santa on his yearly break, I've got to blame someone so it's the Weatherman.  It's his own fault, if he'd stop lying to me, maybe I'd trust him more, maybe!  

I had my coffee and a nice hot bowl of oatmeal (Don't you just love Wilford Brimley?), got dressed for the weather we've been having lately. I wrestled three pairs of boot socks into submission, pulled my flannel lined jeans over my long johns, donned a couple of sweaters, dug my mittens out of the bottom of the coat closet where they go to nest, fed my rabbit fur mad bombers hat and plunked it on top of my head, wrapped six or eight feet of scarf around my neck and over my face before squirming into my orange camouflage jacket with the genuine faux fur collar, thus attired, I waddled to the porch door.

I was greeted by a blazing ball of fire in the sky!  Instead of throwing myself prone in the snow and chanting tribal incantations like many of the other native people around me, I proceeded towards the garage.  Being older and wiser and having once seen it on the Discovery Channel, I realized that this foreign object was called the Sun and is occasionally seen in these parts.  The temperature was a pleasant surprise also, it had soared above zero and was rapidly approaching five above.  

Before de-fluffing the driveway, I decided to fill the bird feeders first.  We have this well trained flock of chickadees that let me know when the feeders are getting low.  They sit in the bushes, ticked off looks on their faces, hurling insults in bird language that I'm sure would get their little beaks washed out with soap if their birdy mothers heard them.

After shoveling a couple of tons of birdseed, I rested on my shovel handle and read the latest chapter of my backyard book.  After a snowfall, it's amazing what one can learn by looking at the tracks in the fresh snow. There were deer tracks coming out of the woods, leading directly to the evergreen bushes outside the kitchen window, or I should say the formerly evergreen bushes.  Bambi and the bunch have trimmed them to the point that there isn't much green. Venison is moving higher and higher on my favorite foods list. There are bird tracks everywhere looking like the stitching on an old quilt.  Intermingled with the bird tracks are the tracks of the ever hopeful neighborhood cats who wander through every day to get their daily dose of Chickadee abuse.  Hippity hop tracks and a small sack of burglar tools under the squirrel proof bird feeder mark the passage some of the local horde of squirrels.  So many stories if you know how to read them.  There's a set of large round tracks that follow the perimeter of the yard near the woods, probably a large dog, a bear or maybe a hippo.  If you come to visit, I'll show them to you, maybe you can identify them, they're back there near the Emu tracks.

Well, enough of this standing around, the driveway is calling and the Chickadees have almost emptied the feeders again.

One thing that few people know about me is that I'm an award winning poet so I thought I'd include a winter poem I wrote a few years back for your enjoyment. 


Robert Frost killed this guy I knew.

This guy, Bob,

was one of life's hounded, harried characters,

always rushing and being rushed.

One Winter day though--while waiting

in the Library

for his kid,

he picked up this book of poems and read

"Stopping by the Woods on a Snowy Eve".

it hit him like a bat,

he bit on the whole idea-peace, quiet, time.

He rushed out the door and headed for the 

nearest wooded area.

While standing there, sucking in the scene,

he was run over by a snowmobile,

They said he died accidentally,

but I know better--

he was Frostbit! 


Thought for the week--Living on Earth is expensive, but it does include a free trip around the sun every year.

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

whittle12124@yahoo.com


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Bruised Fruit #13

By Max Oppen

I have been running for most of my life. As a child, I grew up making friends and leaving them. As an adult, I have loved, and I have lost love. It's been a long time coming. But I know change is coming. Thanks, Whitey Ford, for that line. 

This life is chaotic. There are so many choices. It's New Year's Eve as I write this. I was inspired while I listened to music and washed my dishes. It's 10:21 p.m. I used to celebrate the upcoming New Year, but not this year - outwardly. Parts of that life are gone but will never be forgotten.

I turned 50 recently. I get mail from the AARP. My body aches - I have injured myself multiple times over the past year and a half. I am not complaining. I am grateful to be alive. I am thankful for parts of my past, and reflective of all of it. I have lived around the world like a prince, done drugs that would kill another, been homeless in California, gone to jails and prison, fallen in love, attended college at age 36, and graduated with my Bachelor's in Journalism by 40. I had a successful career in Albany in communications for nearly a decade, which I lost due to my drug use –  but the experience remains within me. I am still strong. I work every day. I sleep. I eat. I do laundry. I sweep and mop. I used to poison myself on a daily basis. Now, I am staying in on New Year's after just over five months of sobriety and writing. 

I love to write, and I'm good at it. I'm not being arrogant - I'm being accurate. That's the name of the game in journalism. Truth. Facts. Honesty. Three things I ignored while I used drugs. The truth and the facts. I lived in the shadows and was afraid to look within myself. Now that I have and continue to do so, I have found the courage and strength to make my own damn decisions that are careful and measured and end up benefiting me or someone I care about. I'm still in early sobriety, but I am trying my best to follow the Four Agreements: Be Impeccable With Your Word. Don't Take Anything Personally. Don't Make Assumptions. Always Do Your Best. 

And stay sober. That's my fifth agreement: Sobriety. I haven't attended an NA meeting in a while, but I have been in touch with my recovery coach, which is great. He's doing well – getting a promotion, actually, and leaving Mountaintop Cares Coalition, the organization that connected us. Life moves on. It waits for no wo-man. I don't know my future, but I know I'll be brave enough to face it. For those who dismiss my words, that's cool, man. Move on. Turn the page. "Say your peace and get out." Thanks, Grateful Dead, for that nugget.

I hope those who dismiss my words never experience or have a family member experience what I have, and I sincerely wish you happiness in this life. Don't make the choices I made. Those choices have burned a hole in my soul. My choices took almost everything I hold dear in this life - and even life itself from me briefly. We all have a dark side that will gladly tear us apart if we let it. I let mine take me over, mind, body, and soul. But my wounds are healing slowly. We can lead so many lives - from riches to rags, hopelessness to love and relative stability, and then back to rags. I created the life I lead and did this to myself, and that's important to recognize, acknowledge, accept, and move the fuck on. 

Love your family - they will always be there for you in one way or another. To my mother, I love you forever. Life can be challenging at times, but your comfort and love helped me save myself from myself. Others have played a significant part in my life and were an essential part of a joyous time in my life, but I made a promise that I will keep. You know who you are.

Whichever path you choose, be kind. As a dear friend of mine says, "Be smart, be safe, be happy." These are wise words. They dovetail nicely into the four or five agreements. Life will tear us down but it's up to us to use those lessons, however harsh they are, build ourselves back up, and learn how to be better people.  I wish you all a safe and happy New Year.


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A Conversation about Solstices



By Jean Thomas

Here we are in the second week of Winter, according to the calendars.  Of course, the majority of us think this is about the middle of Winter. How come there’s such a difference of opinion? My theory is that the scientists are at fault. (And, before the purists jump in, I am aware that location makes a difference as to when we feel like it is winter. Let’s assume we are in the famed “Upstate NY”. ) Here’s the theory: From the beginning of humanity, people have been keen observers of the world around them… survival can depend on it. As civilization progressed, some of the wiser observers distinguished predictable patterns and learned the convenience of being able to predict seasons. Then humanity got more sophisticated and invented astronomy and calendars. People learned early to read the stars and make observations, so knowing the longest and shortest days wasn’t anything new, but it was useful.

Then the politicians and church leaders got into the act. Granted, a calendar is very useful for more than remembering birthdays. Seasons are important to farmers and priests alike. In fact, there is an inevitable mingling. Holidays and planting days should be predictable. In the Northern hemisphere (or Upstate) we experience actual seasons and changing day lengths. Early humans wanted explanations for this, and invented magic and religion for this purpose. The measured longest and shortest days became causes for celebration, symbolically explaining everything, and giving an excuse for big important celebrations.

The solstices happen because the earth “leans”, and the poles aren’t perpendicular, but at an angle to the sun. Half the year the northern hemisphere leans toward the sun and the other half the southern hemisphere leans toward it. This results in the shortest day or the longest day of the year happening about the middle of six months. So December 22 is the shortest day of the year at the North Pole and the longest at the South Pole. Fun fact… the sun doesn’t set at all in the polar regions on the longest days of the year. But it goes” down” for longer periods at the winter solstice and creates the long “polar night”  because the North Pole is tilted the furthest from the reach of the sun. This is less overwhelming the further south you go on the planet, as the tilt is less extreme. It’s funny that we talk about the motion of the sun, anyway, because it’s the earth that’s doing the moving!

Now, humans like science but don’t want to give up an excuse for a good celebration, so many holidays both religious and secular are timed around the solstice. I think we feel a need for a celebration of the shortest day of the year about to be followed by progressively longer days… an escape from the primal fear of the dark. Most religions of the Northern Hemisphere’s holiest days happen around the 21st or 22nd of December, when the world seems to be emerging from an enveloping darkness.

So, in a nutshell: winter solstice (the Latin translation describes this phenomenon as the sun “stopping” to reverse the trend of days getting shorter) marks the shortest day of the year; summer solstice marks the longest day of the year. In between the solstices are the equinoxes with equal night and day lengths. That means we get some kind of seasonal reason to party every three months or so. Happy New Year.


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Written Locally - The Eighth Moon


Photo courtesy CJ Harvey

Photo courtesy David Rainbird


By Bradley Towle

MARGARETVILLE — The Eighth Moon: A Memoir of Belonging and Rebellion is a 2024 book by Margaretville-based Jennifer Kabat. The challenge in discussing her memoir is that, by design, it transcends linear time (she speaks of intentionally writing against time and capitalism). The Eight Moon opens with Kabat's cinematic depiction of the Anti-Rent War. Her portrayal of 19th-century rural rage quickly becomes a portal into reckoning with a variety of modern dilemmas, including the 2008 Housing Crisis, the ravages of the opioid epidemic, and the rise of politics dominated by former President Donald Trump. How did we get here? It's a question Kabat explores by gleaning the parallels between history and modern day. Within this context of history and history in the making is also her personal narrative (it is, after all, a memoir).

In the book, Kabat recounts having to leave London (where she had moved to be with her husband, David) after a doctor informed her the city was essentially the source of a persistent illness. After some deliberation, the pair chose to make Margaretville their new home. Soon after settling in the Catskills, Kabat is confronted with the passing of her parents. If that sounds like a lot of ground to cover, it is. But Kabat fearlessly plunges through it all. Themes, not time, are the binding agents for Kabat’s beautifully written narrative. At its heart, The Eighth Moon is not so much a search for answers as it is an exploration of learning to accept their absence. That is not to say there are no discoveries made—there are plenty. But Kabat's willingness to live without answers is refreshing in an era where everyone purports to have them. With the malleability of time in The Eighth Moon, it was unclear when the idea for the book actually developed. 

"The Eighth Moon sort of emerged from the wreckage of a book that didn't sell," says Kabat. "I didn't want to write a sickness book, even though that's in this book. That's just not my thing." A friend suggested writing a book about moving to the Catskills, which also didn't sound quite right. "Oh my god, that is the last book I want to write. I'm just not that interested in me or my motivations," laughs Kabat. Instead, she took the advice in a different direction. "No, I should write a book about how I moved to the Catskills and time broke open!" 

She remembers thinking. "My perception of time really changed, and that's the book I wanted to write." Her shift in perception would continue to warp with the arrival of the COVID-19 pandemic, which caused her to lose her job as an adjunct professor. "I was like, 'Oh, I'm getting unemployment. My patriotic duty is to write the weirdest novel I can!'" 

Jennifer Kabat's parents were something along the lines of mid-century socialists. Her father dedicated his life to rural co-ops. This passion led the couple to the Oneida Madison Electric Cooperative in Bouckville, not far from the author's adopted home in the Catskills. "Writing this book was both a way to understand my parents' death and to come to terms with what they had represented at a moment when who they were seemed sort of overshadowed by the way the country is now," says Kabat. "I had moved to rural America at a time when America seemed to be very polarized." Exploring her parents' commitment to rural America helped her better understand her new environment. Part of that understanding involved finding community in a small town despite the widening rift in America. “I feel like community is full of the possibility of transcendence and a place to build common cause,” says Kabat. For her, that meant volunteering for her local fire department, getting to know her neighbors, and learning more about what it means to live in the Western Catskills.

Accompanying her new home was a local past that soon began to reveal itself. Historical markers throughout the area call attention to the Anti-Rent War that erupted in the 1840s when broke and frustrated tenant farmers calling themselves Calico Indians moved across the Catskills in masks and dresses to hide their identity as they rebelled against the wealthy landowners and the authorities who sided with them. 

“History felt just below the surface and also really far away," remembers Kabat. Living in the Catskills also meant an immersion into nature, observing activities of the local beavers, discovering bear carcasses, and wandering the strange boundaries of New York City property in the Catskills along the city’s water supply. There is also the intersection of arriving in the Catskills just before the recession of the late aughts and the coinciding housing crisis, the impact of the shifting economy on her husband David’s career, and the ravages of the opioid crisis in rural America. 

Delving into all of these seemingly disparate topics might not be every writer’s cup of tea, but Kabat moves through the disorientation of leaving a foreign city for rural America, a place that has become increasingly destabilizing to live, while also trying to reckon with her parent’s passing, their past and the violent local history still so alive around her with a breezy style that never gets bogged down by the subject matter. While discussing this in our recent interview, Jennifer Kabat explained to me that as an essayist, discomfort is, in a sense, her comfort zone. The word “essay,” she explains to me, comes from the French meaning “to try.” It implies an openness to experimentation, which she enjoys. While a longer form than an essay, she took the same approach when writing the book. 

"It was like running a 5k vs a marathon," she says of the difference. 

But she was up for the longer journey of writing The Eighth Moon. “It felt breathless,” says Kabat of the process. The Eighth Moon: A Memoir of Belonging and Rebellion is available from Milkweed Editions. It is the first half of a diptych, the second volume of which, Nightshining, will be available on May 6, 2025. To purchase the books or to learn more about the author and her work, visit www.jenniferkabat.com



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Winter Events at the Mountain Top Library

Ongoing Events - Winter 2024 

Mondays

2-5pm: Monday Meet-Up: Spend the afternoon sipping coffee & socializing - We’ve got games, puzzles, programs, and more! Join us every Monday afternoon to share stories, play games, learn about local history, and enjoy conversation. All ages welcome.

2-4pm: Mahjong: All levels are welcome to join in – instructions are available on-site!

Tuesdays

10:30am: Learn English with Kathleen 

2pm: Scrabble Club: Come play a friendly game of scrabble! All levels welcome.

Looking for Tech Help? Our Mountain Top Library Digital Navigators are ready to assist! Digital navigators are trained, trusted guides who help deal with a variety of technology needs. To schedule an appointment for FREE individualized support, contact us at 518-589-5707.


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Traditionally Speaking…by Pat Larsen - A Look Back

After a bit of reflection and contemplation about these past 12 months, I made the decision to do a year in review as 2024 was quickly coming to a close. I wasn’t quite ready to simply just step over the threshold to greet yet another new year. 

Sorry, this isn’t a political retrospective or a social statement.

It’s my story, my year…Perhaps this will serve as a reminder that we just never know from one moment to the next what’s in store for us. BY the way, dreams DO come true. Of this I am certain.

2024 was my year of realized dreams .

If you’re a follower of the syndicated columns that I write then you’re aware of the passion that I have for teaching fitness programs designed for Seniors and Baby Boomers.

If you’re new to my work, then please read on.

My training has been extensive as a fitness instructor. The constant flow of students in classes has numbered well over 600 ladies and gents over these past 13 years who sought to improve their health through music and movement…especially to the tunes from the oldies of the 50’s and 60’s. 

This year, our classes grew more than any other year to date. I never expected to be in my 71st year of life teaching my peers so enthusiastically participating week after week!

Additionally, I developed a very successful offshoot of the fitness program called, Aging with Grace…growing wiser with age.

I brought in professionals who taught all manner of health related subjects for the aging individual to my eager groups. Here’s a few examples of the programs we’ve enjoyed this past year.

Many thanks to the insightful program taught by Licensed  Acupuncturist, Ms Hui-Hsin Liu,  who practices in Greenville NY. 

Ms Hui-Hsin Liu has brought a new level of  understanding of the importance of  alternative care practices to this area for the many ailments associated with the aging process. So many of my students have achieved great results under Ms Liu’s care.

One very popular and well attended program this past Spring included an Occupational Therapist, Jen Rheinmiller, who spoke about how to age in place at home. This was a particularly worrisome subject for so many of the students that hadn’t quite voiced their concern openly before. By the time Jen had completed this class, we knew we had found a true friend in her. She vowed to return with even more suggestions and support going forward.

Health Insurance 2025,  was one of the hottest topics this year. We all needed information as it related to our individual health insurance changes that were set to take place in the new year.

Under the expert clarifications of Erin Nevins, of the Nevins Insurance Agency in Greenville,N.Y., we learned how to navigate these changes to choose the best plans to meet our individual needs.

Everyone of the 30 who attended found this program incredibly useful.  We’re forever grateful to the Nevins Agency.

Moving on…it was between mid February through June of 2024, that I was honestly dumbfounded when I was acknowledged by not one of my publishers but the two who I write for. 

Matt Avitable and Warren Dews, Jr.

Two very special, hard working, patient men.

The Mountain Eagle Newspaper, under the direction of Matt Avitable, the publisher,  approached me offering to produce my first book, “Reflections…anything but an ordinary life.”  

Matt expressed his interest in publishing this book based on the popularity of my weekly column in his newspaper. 

I’ll never forget that email. I must’ve re-read it 20 times before I said….”YES!” I’m interested.”

And so, I began a very unexpected 6 month journey involving a mastering of Google Docs (ha! I jest) to complete the book  to send off to Matt for printing. 

By mid June of 2024, I had received the first 30 copies of my book and within a few weeks time had sold every one, quickly moving on to more orders and more sales. I was overwhelmed with a mixture of disbelief and joy.

There were  many wonderful reviews that were written about my book on Amazon.com by those friends, family, and readers who were enjoying the book. That was the icing on the cake.

THIS was a dream come true. I never expected this to be the year that I’d be adding the title of book author to my list of accomplishments. 

Book two is now in the works. Unbelievable!

There’s definitely one more pretty wonderful, unexpected achievement that landed at my doorstep this year as well.

I’d be totally remiss if I didn’t acknowledge  this very special occasion…being named one of the TOP CHANGE MAKERS of Green County for my work with Seniors. 

I’m not going to lie. I wasn’t gracious about accepting this acknowledgement at first. I declined initially, YES, declined,  thinking there were far many more worthy recipients. 

It took the perseverance of the

Greenville Pioneer publisher, Warren Dews, Jr. who called me personally to “discuss” this award. If you know Warren, you know he’s persuasive and doesn’t really take no for an answer style is very unique. And one phone call and 20 minutes later I was happily accepting this award and then agreeing to attend the ceremony and to give a speech to boot. 

All in all, this was a pretty stellar year and the common thread is definitely my involvement in this community. I’m so happy I took the time to review 2024. I can’t wait to see what 2025 will bring to my doorstep.

Pat Larsen lives, works and plays in Greene County, NY with her husband Chris and pup Lily. 

Feel free to contact Pat to chat via phone or email.

pelarsen5@aol.com or 518-275-8686 


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The Prattsville Scoop

By Abby and Gabby

PRATTSVILLE - Happy New Year 2025. And that your Christmas days were filled with family and fun and lots of gifts from Santa Claus and all the presents on your gift list. Best to all for your Happy Holidays.

Families were traveling from the Mid-Atlantic States, southern New Jersey, Western States and those who lived close enough to make their visits day trips. Those living close by made many day trips just to not miss out on the food, entertainment, presents and holiday drinks. Then there were those who traveled down state to spend the Christmas holiday with family, including their grandchildren. What were your favorite moments (now memories) and gifts? What surprised you the most? Ours was a “Dammit Doll” made of Buffalo Bill motif material. Thanks Krausses. So far have not had to use it. The doll was made by, who else, our Kathy Sherman. Perhaps she would make one for you in your favorite team’s themed material.

The Piccolis started a new tradition this year. Their son and his new bride brought with their marriage an extended Holiday season, starting with Christmas Eve, Christmas and Hanukkah. Not to bring things to a short ending son Michael, a professional firefighter, and his fellow firefighters continued the celebration for a few more days. Can’t have too many days to celebrate. Didn’t see new mother-in- law Jill but did see Kevin and I swear his smile, when relating all the aforesaid, was as wide as the Mississippi. Many more years in building those happy and wonderful memories and congratulations to all.

It is with sorrow we relate the death of our Mike Camna. He leaves behind his wife Beth and three children. He was so elated with the birth of his son Nicholas a few years ago. We send our love and sympathy to his mom Margaret and all his relatives in the Camna families. He will be known for his ready smile, fast walk and fine specials at the Prattsville Diner. Godspeed Mike.

Our special wishes go out to those who were able to celebrate but are still struggling with health issues. Our prayers go to Randy Brainerd, Anita Creazzo, Charlie Rion and so many others. May the New Year of 2025 be a healthy one for you and yours.

GO BILLS. Great game this past Sunday for the Bills, not so much for the Jets. And the week before was also super for the Bills. There are lots of clothing items and flags with the Bills logo on them in our area. We do have good taste. Hey Dottie Pickett, another rabid Bills fan, if the Bills Mafioso is made up of mostly the male gender, are we female Bills’ fans Mafiosettes? Nah.

Understand Peggy Young was able to get a customized bench for husband Jim’s Christmas gift. He can use it taking off his boots in their utility room and not tracking snow and mud throughout the house. Both Jim and Peggy were very happy with the assorted woods assembled in the bench and brought to a high polish. As we say, keep it local.

Due to a number of reasons the Gurleys are asking that before dropping off anything for our hospitalized veterans or other charitable organizations, please call first. 518-299-3219. Due to weather and other considerations, trips out of town will not be as frequent as in the past. Thank you for your understanding.

Happy Birthday to Diane Cammer Eklund and Debbie Carman on January 4. Hope the two of you make it a day to remember as you did in your younger years. Diane and Debbie grew up in Prattsville and maintain their friendship with frequent trips AND parties. Keep up the good work.

Even the birthdays and anniversaries are very scarce for the past weeks and the upcoming two weeks. Must be the cold kept everyone inactive.


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Morrissey Selected as the November "Mustang Monthly Alumni Spotlight" Recipient



CAIRO –  The Cairo-Durham Central School District is proud to announce the November 2024 recipient of the “Mustang Monthly Alumni Spotlight” is Tom Morrissey (‘08).

Tom, a lifelong Catskill region resident, is a passionate artist, entrepreneur, and community member who believes in giving back. After discovering his love for chainsaw carving, he started a chainsaw carving business, Catskills Carver. He is also the former Cairo-Durham Rotary Club President.

As a chainsaw carver, Tom stays busy with his carvings and frequently travels to regional events while showing off his craft, he said. Most of his art consists of wood carvings, and occasionally, mixed media. Art is one of his passions, so he is always learning and experimenting with new techniques and tools. 

“Art has always been a passion of mine, and it was probably my destiny.  Friends recognized my potential when I carved some small pieces (non-chainsaw) and as my skills grew, so did the size of my “toys” – which now includes an arsenal of several chainsaws, die grinders, and specialty power tools,” said Tom Morrissey, a Class of 2008 alum. “Chainsaw carving has given me a level of joy that I have never experienced in any other of my jobs.  Seeing how it influences others is highly rewarding. I have found my calling…”

Earlier this month, Tom visited Mr. Criswell’s high school classes to demonstrate his chainsaw carving for the students. Afterward, the seven finely carved owls Tom carved that day were given to the school for an internal silent auction. The remaining owls are currently on display near the high school gymnasium.  He was delighted to give back to the community while showing students one example of an interesting alternative career path, which also includes entrepreneurship. 

“Carving for the art students at Cairo Durham High School was both a privilege and an honor.  It was a fantastic experience to reach out and demonstrate my craft to young people.  Chainsaw carving seems to be especially appealing to this audience,” he said. “The 7 owls I produced during the day were donated to the school.  As I said before I believe that “giving back” is an integral part of my business!”

Tom was actively interested in the arts while at Cairo-Durham High School. He thanks art teachers Mr. and Mrs. Criswell and Ms.Little and Ms. Lavigne (LiCalzi) who all helped his artistic development.

For students at Cairo-Durham, Tom Morrissey gives this advice, “Follow your dreams, be genuine, and don’t listen to the ‘naysayers…’.”

To bridge the community and the Cairo-Durham Central School District, the “Mustang Monthly Alumni Spotlight” was created to provide an opportunity for community members to nominate members of the Cairo-Durham Class of 2018 or prior who have made an impact in the community, embrace Cairo-Durham pride and serve as role models to future generations of Mustangs to be recognized on the District’s platforms. Nominations are now open for the December 2024 spotlight, click here to nominate a Cairo-Durham alum. Submissions are due by Friday, January 10, 2025 at 4 p.m.


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