Just about 53 balmy degrees.
THIS MORNING - Recyclables!
TONIGHT
- at the regularly scheduled meeting of the Waterville Historical Society, the guest speaker will be Gary R. Ford of Deansboro, a retired Social Studies Teacher of the Rome School system. Mr. Ford helped to create and implement: “Capturing Their Pasts: A Veterans’ Oral History Project.” His presentation will include a description of the project and its connection to local history. He will also share some of the veterans’ stories and testimonials. There will be a display of booklets, photographs and memorabilia. Meeting time: 7:30 PM. The public is invited and refreshments will be served.
Will WHS President Joe Falk make an important announcement?
GREAT SMILES!
The six members of the Jr. Midget Pop Warner Cheerleaders deserve our cheers: they've moved farther up the competitive ladder than any previous Waterville squad. Last Saturday, at the Utica Auditorium, they placed 3rd out of 9 teams. This moves them up to the State Level, and they will be competing at "the aud" again this Sunday, October 22. After that? If they do well they they move on to regional competion in New Jersey.
The Waterville cheer as a whole ( all 4 squads) was given the "Best Sportsmanship" Award by their peers in their division: a great honor to be proud of.
Congratulations, girls!
An added note, the Jr. Peewee boys were undefeated this year and also are moving on! Good for them!!!
One of the favorite units in last Saturday's Parade was the contingent of "The Crimson Bonnets." Dick Zirkle took this picture of his wife, Judy, and I have permission to share her smile with you!
You don't know what the "Red Hat Society" is all about? Here's the poem that started it all:
Warning
by Jenny Joseph
by Jenny Joseph
When I am an old woman I shall wear purple
With a red hat which doesn’t go, and doesn’t suit me.
And I shall spend my pension on brandy and summer gloves
And satin sandals, and say we’ve no money for butter.
I shall sit down on the pavement when I’m tired
And gobble up samples in shops and press alarm bells
And run my stick along the public railings
And make up for the sobriety of my youth.
I shall go out in my slippers in the rain
And pick flowers in other people’s gardens
And learn to spit.
You can wear terrible shirts and grow more fat
And eat three pounds of sausages at a go
Or only bread and pickle for a week
And hoard pens and pencils and beermats and things in boxes.
But now we must have clothes that keep us dry
And pay our rent and not swear in the street
And set a good example for the children.
We must have friends to dinner and read the papers.
But maybe I ought to practise a little now?
So people who know me are not too shocked and surprised
When suddenly I am old, and start to wear purple.
