Photographic Journal of the Cemetery

On Saturday, October 31, 2009 (Halloween), several area organizations are sponsoring an historic community effort to create a photographic journal of the Lewiston Village Cemetery, located adjacent to the First Presbyterian Church at 505 Cayuga Street, Lewiston, New York.  For 24 hours (12:00 AM to 12:00 PM), digital pictures may be taken of the cemetery.  Any types of pictures will be appreciated, especially creative or interesting shots.  Please be respectful.  Email the digital images to: lewlib@nioga.org and upon notice view the Virtual Cemetery that you will help to create on Youtube and Facebook (Lewiston Village Cemetery, under Groups).

Special note:  Anyone arriving after 7:00 PM may choose to enjoy the final Marble Orchard Ghost Walk of the season.  There is a $10.oo fee for the special tour.

For further information contact Michael at Orange Cat Coffee Co. at 703 Center Street, Lewiston, New York.

This is a combined effort sponsored by the Lewiston Public Library, the Lewiston Council on the Arts and the Historical Association of Lewiston.

UNYTS Blood Drive on October 26th

The Upstate New York Transplant Services is having  a blood drive in the Community Room at the Lewiston Public Library on Monday, October 26th from 2p.m. to 7 p.m. Donors must be at least 17 years old, 16 with a signed parental consent form. Weigh a minimum of 110 pounds and be in good health the day of the drive. Positive Identification required.  Make your appointment today at 754-4720.

Life Skills Class presents a check to the Library

Lew-Port Life Skills Class Presentation

Lew-Port Life Skills Class Presentation

Laura Welder from Ashli Dreher’s Lew-Port High School Life Skills Class recently presented the library’s Executive Director Ronald W. Shaw with a check for $200. The monies, to be used for audiovisual materials, were earned by the students who worked at the popular Chapter’s Coffee Café during the 2008-2009 school year.

“Shipwrecks of Lake Ontario”

“Shipwrecks of Lake Ontario” will be presented by the NY State Parks Department on October 10th at 1:00p.m. This family program, geared for teens and adults. The event is sponsored by The Friends of the Lewiston Public Library. The program is free and open to the public, but registration is required.

Together Book Talk for Kids and Parents

Families in our local community have been invited to participate in the Together Book Talk for Kids and Parents, an exciting opportunity sponsored by the New York Council for the Humanities.

In an attempt to bring families together to foster a love of reading and discussion, this unique reading program will be offered at the Lewiston Public Library for families with children between the ages of 9 and 11 on the following dates: Saturday, October 10th, 17th and 24th and Saturday, November 7th, 14th and 21st at 1:00. Parents and children will read the materials ahead of time and participate in the sessions together. The reading materials consist of 3 picture books and 3 short novels in total.

The Together Book Talk for Kids and Parents involves six 90-minute discussion sessions run by co-facilitators Norah Perez, a local award winning author of young adult books, and Michelle Kratts, library staff member. The sessions will focus on books relating to themes such as Being American, Courage and Freedom. All of the books in the program will be available to participants ahead of time. Snacks and activities for younger children will also be provided. You must sign up in advance for this program as space is limited. Participants are encouraged to attend all six sessions. For more details and to register please call the Library at 754-4720 or email Michelle Kratts at michellekratts@yahoo.com.

Winners of the Second Annual Teen Poetry Contest Announced

Thanks so much to all of the teens who submitted poetry for this years contest. The winning entries are as follows:

Second Annual Bob Giannetti Prize for Poetry
Emily Marra, Grade 8

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Hands reach out to imprison
Bodied self and forever feel and speak,
For one
Slows, time in the mind’s grace
The pulse quickens
And air is none
For our time is fled
And no longer is
She watching (waiting)
For as the branches of oak and willow
Bow to the raven,
We shall see no longer
Heart’s flutter

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For all to one shall tear her
Soft flesh from her corpse
Trees shield the moon from the
Pulsing violence below-
Her child’s murder
Soft flaxen hair intertwines with grass
Its protector
A wolf sings a soft song in the distance
Mourning the loss of a pack
Here, she shall sleep
Swathed in the night’s black and the moon’s struggling rays
The she-wolf mourns her now.
As she mourns all

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When all was quiet and all was still,
The lone lost song
Of herself broke free
In horrible, terrible, sweet bird-song
Alighting from the branch,
She flew on silver wings
Into the cruel sun,
Unforgiving and blinding
The horrible, beautiful silver-song
The last piece of her now-marred beauty
It breaks on frail soft note,
And she is gone and left,
Here where none of her silver beauty
Could bear to stay.

First Place, Beatrice Preti, Grade 10

“Staunch as the Stars”

Once upon a time
As raconteurs often say
There lay a little hut
Beyond the hills, tucked away

In this little hut, behold!
A trio, oh so queer!
A lion, a bear and a little girl
Who held the others so dear

Such friendship as they had
I wot you ne’er saw
Love and joy and laughter reigned
‘Neath this little roof made of straw

They had dwelt together
For years which numbered two by three
Since that great storm so long ago
No other human life did they see

But they were happy—so content!
To live and love in peace
Between the girl and her pets
The friendship could ne’er cease

One day, however, our little girl
Became silent, and acted queer
No words she spake, no gestures made
To her friends she held so dear

For she had seen—out in the distance
Something she had seen not in years
A fire! Burning, oh so bright
Brought back so many dreams and fears

Love like none she had e’er felt
A family, hers, and a hug so warm
Things we oft take for granted
Left our girl yearning, forlorn

She was not young six years ago
Her years, eleven, then
But how that fire inside her burnt
Such a longing! Such a yen!
For family! For love! For her human friends!
Though she loved her animals, true
Might she see them again—just once more?
She would find out before night was through

Our little girl then set out
With her animals close behind
Towards that ever distant fire
To see what she could find

However, on her travels,
For it was very dark,
She tripped, and fell into a deep hole
The reward for not being hark

“Help! Help!” cried she
But none could hear her voice
None save her animal friends
In the matter had a choice

But, alas! She told them not
To whence she was going
And, as her voice grew hoarse
She realized what a tangled web she was sewing

“This will ne’er do,” thought she
And she thought and thought some more
While her friends sat on top of the hole
And wondered what was in store

Days and nights passed—one, two, three
‘Twas not a soul in sight
The girl in the hole, her friends right above
Kept vigil all day and night

Then, as the sun rose on the fourth day
Big, bonny, and bright
The girl and her friends were lifted up
By a force with a great might

A cool breeze whistled past them
As they ascended to the sun
Not a soul in sight
There was nothing—no one

They were lifted to the zenith above
Up high, into the air
And placed among their ranks in the stars
The girl, her lion, and her bear

Now, as I gaze into the sky
And carefully study my chart
I now know the story of
These constellations I know by heart

Ursa Major, a big bold bear,
Looks kindly at me here
Through it is enormous—oh so big!
I know have naught to fear

Leo, a lion, shakes his mane
As he journeys across the sky
Haven’t thee e’er thought it queer
A lion is allowed to fly?

Virgo, the virgin, smiles daintily
As she watched me gaze at her in awe
Her silver wings, her plaited hair
Make her the grandest lady I e’er saw

The stars watch over me
For I know their tale
And they’ll watch you, too, my friend
This story for thee will ne’er fail

 

First Place, Najia Khaled, Grade 8

“what, exactly, is poetry?”

if poetry is meant to be vast, limitless;
to reach, immeasurable (as all good poetry)
from horizon to horizon
is the sky not poetry?

if poetry is the bittersweet sigh
of the shackled soul,
the desperate yearning for freedom,
the easing of the strain of a purposeless existence,
what can be more poetic
than the rain?

if poetry bares the soul, lifts guileful masks
of flesh and bone,
cushions the spirit like the warm velvet
of the night sky,
like a mouth forming the name of a lover
(in heartfelt whispers dulcet as honey)
then your lips
are poetry.

why bother with the steel trappings
of words and syllables,
why create a punishing wall of letters and language
around my mind,
when every moment in your arms
rings with the sweet silver bird’s-song
of poetry?

why put pen to paper, when my eyes
(and yours) thrill with what words
cannot say?

whenever did a butterfly pinned to a corkboard
have the resplendent, untranscended wonder
of a whisper of wings (surprise!)
against the sapphire cloak
of the sky?

Why place my heard under the sterile-oppressive-claustrophobic
Microscope of words
When my very self
is poetry?

Second Place, Jennifer Robbins, Grade 8

“Time Flows”

Time flows at the same speed everyday
It can neither go faster or slower
So I can’t speed it up to see you sooner
And I can’t slow it down to speed more time with you
So I must wait until the time comes when I see you again
And I must appreciate every second I have with you
Even now, time is flowing at the same speed

First Place, Michael Fiorica, Grade 7

“Tranquility”

Tranquility is a soft beautiful pink like
A sakura tree’s blossoms or
A glistening pearl. It quiets the soul
To a whisper. It gives all those
Who find it
A quaint and peaceful smile.

First Place, Jorian Holka, Grade 7

“Inside This Book”

Inside this book are worlds never imagined
A journey for the reader
Inside this book, kind faces in bright places
But in the dark you must beware
Inside this book, its heart pumps adventure
Suspense
Love
Laughter
And the reader finds that his role
Inside this book
Is to imagine the unimagined
Love the unloved
Discover the undiscovered.

Second Place, Michael Fiorica, Grade 7

“Love can be:”

A pale pink like two lips meeting
Warm like a sweet embrace, when two become one
Cool like a soft rain
Sounds like a soothing lullaby
Smells like a dozen fresh roses
Looks like a twinkle in the eyes of a lover,
The laughter of two brothers,
Or
The smile of a new mother
Tender as a child’s hand
And slow like a long walk

PIRATES!

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PIRATE PARTY WITH THE VILLAGE RECREATIONAL CENTER! May 11th at 6:00 p.m. Come dressed as a pirate and be prepared for stories, games, crafts and treasure.

RIGHTS DENIED Book Discussion Series at the Lewiston Public Library

The third session of the “Rights Denied” series, centering around the theme of basic human and civil rights, will be on Tuesday, May 12 from 6:30 -7:30 PM at the Lewiston Public Library. Sharon Green, Reading Coordinator at Niagara University will discuss Warriors Don’t cry by Melba Pattillo Beals.

The groundbreaking 1954 Brown v. Board of Education Supreme Court decision determined that separate is not equal; it led to the dismantling of segregation in America’s public schools.  However, segregation did not disappear overnight, and resistance to integration was sometimes vehement.

Ms. Beals was one of the “Little Rock Nine,” the first African American students to integrate a formerly all-white high school.  This integration in Little Rock, Arkansas, didn’t occur until the 1957-1958 school year, which was a harrowing year for Melba and her eight African American classmates.

These nine students faced angry mobs in the streets, mobs that included students and parents.  They endured verbal and physical harassment throughout the school year.  They looked to teachers for help, yet some turned their backs.  They had to be escorted by National Guard troops.  Their families were threatened with job loss, alienation, and violence.  They struggled to have normal teenage lives.

Equal access to education did not come easily.  Melba’s account of the Little Rock Nine will shock you.  But her heroic endurance, her pride, and her desire for education will inspire you.

The program is free and open to the public. To register, contact the library at 754-4720. This event is made possible with funds from the Arts Niagara Decentralization Program, a regrant program of the New York State Council on the Arts, administered by the Tonawandas’ Council on the Arts/Carnegie Center.

“The Writer’s Craft”

Local author Norah Perez will present a series of creative writing workshops each Saturday in May. Drawing upon her experiences as a scriptwriter and novelist Mrs. Perez will offer help and guidance to those interested in various aspects of writing. She will answer specific questions about the publishing business, and offer advice and practical guidelines to aspiring writers.

The sessions to be offered are- “The Power of the Short Story” on May 2; “Finding Your Story” on May 9; “Creating a Character” on May 16; “A Writer Listens; The art of Dialogue” on May 23; and “Memoir Writing #2” on May 30. These two hour sessions, from 1pm to 3pm, will include author readings and discussions, and those attending will be expected to participate in short writing exercises and critiquing.

Anyone interested in writing for self-expression or for personal enjoyment is welcome to attend. Participants should bring basic writing materials (note books, pen, pencils, etc.) but laptops will also be permitted.

The Lewiston Public Library is located at 305 South Eighth Street in Lewiston. The events are free and open to the public. Space is limited and registration is required. Call 754-4720 to register or visit www.lewistonpubliclibrary.org for more information.

This series is made possible with funds from the Arts Niagara Decentralization Program, a regrant program of the New York State Council on the Arts, administered by the Tonawandas’ Council on the Arts/Carnegie Art Center.

“Don’t Count Your Chickens”

by Maria Zawistowski

Joe the Farmer looked out over his farm one day
At the barn, the crops, the bales of hay.
The sun shone brightly in the sky,
The chirping birds fluttering by.
Spring had sprung on this glorious day.
Easter must surely be on its way.

The people of the town would start their preparing
From the Easter buffet to what they’ll be wearing.
Little girls in spring dresses and frilly new hats
While boys in their suits dream of baseballs and bats.
The markets will be stocked with goodies to buy
Chocolate bunnies, jelly beans and Peeps – oh, my!

Back on the farm the excited hens were all you could hear.
To them Easter was the most special day of the year.
Eggs for decorating and Easter egg hunting was what life was about.
When you’re a chicken on a farm there can be no doubt.
With pride and self-importance the hens strutted around
Excitedly clucking their joyous sound.

Then one sad day Joe the Farmer called a meeting
Of all the hens he had just finished feeding.
“As your employer I’m sorry to say
Your services will no longer be needed after today.
The economic downturn has hit even here.
I can’t afford to pay you for your Easter eggs this year.”

The hens all gasped not believing their ears.
How could they be fired after all these years?
They went from laying to laid off in the blink of an eye.
The hens clucked and fluttered and started to cry.
“You must be joking,” they said as they clutched their pink slips.
Farmer Joe sadly and simply replied, “Do chickens have lips?”

“Advancements in technology have made your eggs obsolete.
Everyone knows plastic eggs just can’t be beat.
And why fall victim to unpredictable weather
When a virtual egg hunt is just so much better.
In a global economy you must be willing to change
Think out of the box and rearrange.”

The hens all worried as their nest eggs depleted
Want ads and job hunting left them very defeated.
It’s hard to network and to stay in the loop
When you’ve spent your life in a chicken coop.
They finally gave in- there was no way to stop it
They all took jobs at a local nonprofit.

There’d be no government bailout for Farmer Joe.
No tax breaks or bonuses would he know.
They foreclosed on the farm; Joe lost all that he had.
The whole situation was very sad.
Throughout all of this he’s made a discovery:
It takes a long time for an economic recovery.