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A Spider’s Harp By Sue Bliven ......................................3

March 1952 By Clifton J. (Jerry) Noble Sr ........................4

Where are they now? Olympia DukakisBy Elaine Adele Aubrey ......................................................8

Southwick Dollars for Scholars By James Putnam II ..10

Cherry Blossoms By Janice T. Baronian ...................13

Luck O’ The Irish: Trickster Leprechaunsand Pots of Gold By Sean Walsh ..............................14

Live with Boldness By Jeff King .................................18

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By Sue Bliven

It was a very cold, windy snowless day in March. I was looking out the window at the wind blowing a leafless shrub around.

The sun was bright and my eyes were drawn to some-thing glittering in the branches of the shrub.

A spider web was catching the sunlight and the wind was making the strands move. My eyes perked open as I realized the effect was that of a harp being played by nature’s amazing musicians! The wind and the sun!

I was mesmerized as I watched this little concert and my imagination started to get the better of me. Tiny little spider’s dressed in tuxedos and beautiful gowns were performing and the music came lilting thru the glass panes.

I leaned forward with my chin on my hands, closed my eyes and “listened” to the magic of my imagination.

What seemed like hours, really just seconds, I opened my eyes, and, all was quiet. The sun had moved and the wind had shifted. The concert was over!


By Clifton (Jerry) Noble, Sr.

After living without running water in our $800, remodeled schoolhouse since April 30, 1949, mother Minnie E. Noble (nicknamed “Hester”) and I would light kerosene lamps and candles for two more years before poles brought electricity down Carrington Road in Montgomery. Since October 1947 I have progressed from rodman to chief of my own two or three man party in the Survey section of Massa-chusetts Department of Public Works. The District 2 office is on the top floor of 191 Main Street in Greenfield. My journal gives events as they occur.

March 4, Tuesday. Last Saturday I went to Boston to take

the Junior Civil Engineer Exam with 4 others for the State of California (where I worked 1944-1945). It began at 9:30 a.m. at Girls High School, on West Newton Street. Other exams were for sealer of weights and measures and for the State of New York. There were 150 ques-tions. Snow started on the way home and roads were slippery. We passed a smash-up on Carew Street in Spring-field, but got home without mishap.

This morning I saw a “Huntington Supply” truck by Peckham’s barn east of the brook and stopped to tell Margaret Peckham in Russell about it. She was glad to hear that they were leaving a sawmill to work up logs for her daugh-ter Dorothy’s house. Clarence and Doris Barnes have made down payment on the Duggan place across the road from us. Clarence is night janitor at Westfield High School.

March 6, Thursday. Some birthdays. Bill Clarke turned 20 on February 23. Eugene Joseph Dragon’s is March 11. Gene told me that he and his family are not allowed to vote in elections because the Veterans Hospital grounds where they live is Unit-ed States government land or reservation. His mother cannot conduct business from home, such as giving music lessons, for the same reason. Bob Breen says Washington D.C. is governed by Congress and the rule also applies to city inhabitants.

Erratic weather of rain or snow brought a whang-banger of a thunderstorm. Hester said the closest crash jingled the tele-phone, but the phone is all right.

March 19, Wednesday. The 6 a.m. forecast was for rain

March, 1952

March, 1952

From the top of Mount Tekoa looking SW down past entrance to “YMCA Cave (right) to Westfield River and old Rt. 20 in Woronoco.


and snow ending. I left tire chains hanging in the shed. On the way home I found six inches of slip-pery snow blanketing the road. Wheels spun on the unpaved hill. Backing down, the car slipped sideways toward the bank over-looking railroad and river far be-low. The answer was walk home and get chains. I was glad it was less than a mile.

We told Helen Wolcott we would put on our puppet show for her Story Hour Saturday morning at the Athenaeum.

I have given two ballet books to the library. I have been practicing plies, port de bras and battements tendus, but at nearly age 26 foot turnout is discouragingly difficult.

March 31, Monday. Last Saturday I went to High Street, Southampton, to make a lot survey for my cousin Lester Em-erson. Lillian Beach, his wife’s mother, is giving them land to build a house. It is on the east side of the road across from the 1840 Beach homestead. Lester’s architect brother Whitney has designed an elaborate house about 70 feet long including garage. I was early so went to see Town Clerk Clyde Connors to find out what the town considers layout width for its roads. Usually it is 3 rods (49.5 feet).

Lester arrived shortly after nine. He was all eegah beevah, rush rush because he was supposed to be back to an operetta rehearsal in Simsbury Connecticut by 2 p.m.

Uncle Ralph Emerson and friend Herman Zeker paid a short visit. Lester left at one before we were finished. Neigh-bors came out to kibitz and tell me their troubles. Five-year-old Jeff Frisbie was a fine little man. When I had to work alone he helped by hooking and unhooking my steel measuring tape from nails in stakes. I left about four.

On the way home I got a haircut at Walt’s Barber Shop in Russell for 75 cents.

From 6:30 p.m to midnight I figured my traverses of the Beach property.

Hester had done some washing Wednesday so what I had

to do Sunday morning only took about an hour. Then I went over on the well-house roof for my first sunbath of the year. After 12:30 I washed the Plym-outh.

About 3 p.m. we drove to Worono-co and Hester waited in the car while I climbed Mouth Tekoa. Near the top end of the sheer 100-foot cliff on the-southwest face I found a cave. Names painted and carved on rock had as-sured me that I was on the right trail to something. Sure enough, I turned a corner, and there was the cave sloping steeply into the mountain. It was only a few feet wide and a stone wedged at its entrance made access difficult. I climbed a little way down, but it was so steep and my light so poor that I didn’t dare venture into the black part. I think this must be what Kenneth Allyn calls “YMCA Cave.” “Counterfeiter’s Cave” is supposed to be on the east side of the mountain. I had a swell hike anyway.

We went to church Sunday evening for the first time in 1952. Mr. Sturtevant the minister and his wife have a new baby. I hope it turns out to be less of a tornado than daughter Ruthie.

Bill had found a place in Leverett for $3,900.00, house, brook, hill and 15 acres. I asked if Irene liked the idea. He said, “She’ll like anything I think is a good buy.” Then he told me, “Irene is pregnant. That’s what made her sick a couple weeks ago. I guess we weren’t as careful as we should have been.”

This upset me. Perhaps I had trusted Bill more than he could be trusted.. Another friend lived with a woman in Ko-rea, and another had a “premature” first child. Sex clubs are unearthed in several cities including Northampton. Is animal instinct right, or is Bible teaching right? If the Bible is right, how long can America continue without a major catastrophe?

The schoolhouse, which still stands today and is used by the Noble family for storage.




By Elaine Adele Aubrey

So the Oscars were on TV again this year but my interest in watching the show was just not there. It hasn’t been for the past few years. I do however remember one year that proved to be one of the most interesting. The year was 1988, and the category was best supporting actress. It was won by someone I didn’t know. Her name was Olympia Dukakis.

Olympia Dukakis

I had seen the movie “Moonstruck” with Cher but Cher was pretty much all I remembered. But I do remember Olym-pia’s acceptance speech. Actually it was her parting words, “OK Michael let’s go!” Michael Dukakis was her cousin and Governor of Massachusetts. He was running for president that year. You must remember Michael but do you remember Olympia?

So as you’ve probably already guessed, she was another born-in-Massachusetts celebrity. But as I researched her biog-raphy, I was amazed at all she had accomplished in her life-time. To put it in one very long sentence she was described as “long a vital, respected thespian of the classic and contemporary stage, this grand lady did not become a household name and sought-after film actress until the age 56 when she turned in a glorious, Oscar-winning performance as Cher’s sardonic mother in the romantic comedy

Moonstruck (1987).” With that kind of an ac-colade, it proved there had to be a lot of people who knew her incredible body of work.

Further research revealed that “Movie (and TV) fans then discovered what East coast theater-going audiences had uncovered decades before “Olympia Dukakis was an acting treasure.” She could play any ethnic character and handled com-edy as well as tragedy like the pro she was. All that experience “kept her in high demand for 30 years as one of Hollywood’s topnotch character players.”

Olympia Dukakis was born in Lowell, Massa-chusetts on June 20, 1931, the daughter of Greek immigrants. She went to Boston University and graduated with a BA in physical therapy. She worked in that field during the polio epidemic. Later Olympia returned to her alma mater to earn a Master of Fine Arts degree. With that educational background no one could have guessed she would go on to have such an incredible acting career. But acting must have been in her mind even at that stage of her life because her work as a physical ther-apist helped her earn enough to train as an actress.

In the meantime, her early success came on stage in




summer stock and with “several repertory and Shakespearean companies throughout the country”. It has been reported in her bio that “she has per-formed in over 130 produc-tions off-Broadway and re-gionally at theaters.” Her Broadway debut was as an understudy and that was followed by short runs in many plays. Olympia also did a one-woman play called “Rose” at the Na-tional Theatre in London, later on Broadway and eventually toured around the country. She won an Outer Crit-ics Circle Award and nomination for Drama Desk Award.

Between Olympia’s stage work, films and TV work, I won-dered how she found time to get married and have children. The answer came with her marriage in 1962 to Louis Zorich an actor who obviously was as like-minded as Olympia. They co-founded The Whole Theatre Company in Montclair, New Jer-sey a company they ran for 19 years (1971-1990). It “encouraged the birth of new and untried plays.” Olympia’s many successes came from their company.

She was actress, director, producer and teacher all while raising their three young children. She also became “a master instructor at New York University for fourteen years.” Her love of the City kept Olympia a resident even after the death of her husband in 2018 and until her own death in May 2021.

Olympia Dukakis as Rose Castorini in Moonstruck. The role that would win her an Oscar.

Olympia received the Lifetime Achievement Award from the Greek America Foundation, the National Arts Club Medal of Honor and a star on the Hollywood Walk of Fame. These important awards are but a very small part of the long list of honors she has received during her impressive career. And I have to mention her best-selling autobiography “Ask Me Again Tomorrow: A Life in Progress”. You just have to goggle her and feel the “wow” of her life yourself.

As to where Olympia Dukakis is now she is buried be-side her husband Louis Zorich in the Mount Hebron Cemetery in Montclair, New Jersey.

REFERENCES: (1) Olympia Dukakis Biography and (2) Find a Grave


By James Putnam II

Southwick Dollars for Scholars (SDFS) is pleased to kick off its 2023 community-wide fundraising drive. Proceeds will benefit selected SRS Class of 2023 seniors who will be con-tinuing their education this fall.

“Local scholarships are such a difference-maker for students and their families,” notes SDFS President Lisa Hough. “Every $500 of scholarship funds that replaces $500 of stu-dent loans could save that student and their family $1,040 over the next 25 years.” ($540 of interest on loan plus the $500 grant.) “Three generations of Southwick citizens have under-stood the value of secondary education and the challenge of paying for it,” adds Hough.

Southwick Dollars for Scholars is led by a small but dedicated Board of Directors who meet monthly during the school year to plan fundraising and administer our scholarship programs. We are always look-ing for additional volunteers, especially right now as attrition took its toll during the Pandemic. We welcome all who are ea-ger to participate in this very fulfilling community service.

A Proud 56-Year Track Record

Many proud Southwick HS alumni have benefited from

these scholarships since the 1960s. (The author re-ceived one when he graduated in 1969, a really big deal for a financially struggling farm family.)

The original name of the group was Citizen’s Scholarship Foundation of Southwick. Sometime in the past 20 or so years, it was renamed Southwick Dol-lars for Scholars but otherwise remained the same. We thought that our early history had been lost, as our founders were gradually replaced by recent genera-tions.

By asking some of my Baby Boomer contempo-raries, combined with an online search of the Spring-field newspapers, we can definitely now establish a start date of April 8, 1967. So, let’s take a stroll down this Southwick memory lane.

1958-1963. Until this time, students at-tended Westfield High School on a tuition basis as Southwick had been too small to support its own high school. A meeting of the Westfield School Committee voted to in-form the Southwick School Committee that it would no longer accept Southwick’s students starting with the incoming Grade 9 class in 1959. This triggered Southwick to add HS classes starting in 1959 and to construct the 2-story addition on the west side of Powder Mill School to house Grades 9 to 12. The first Southwick High School (SHS) graduation took place in 1963.

1962. Southwick had produced its own agricultural fair each summer in the auditorium and on the grounds of the Consolidated School. The final year at the Consolidated was either 1959 or 1960. In 1962, the Fair Association was ap-proached by Ed Carroll, the owner of Riverside Park (now Six Flags) about holding the Southwick Fair at the Riverside site. A deal was worked out that resulted in Carroll paying a sum of money to be used for scholarships for Southwick students in return for operating the Southwick Fair that year.

1963-1966. The PTA (Parent Teachers Association) raised money and granted scholarships to graduating seniors.

June 10, 1966 Senior Awards ceremony. Southwick Schol-arship Fund awards were given to Karen Czerapowicz, Kathy Johnson, Pamela Miller and Cheryl Streeter. The Southwick Fair scholarship was awarded to Janet Brzoska. Southwick Scholarship Fund was likely the PTA group, including pretty much the same people who would form the Citizens Scholar-ship Foundation the next year.

April 8, 1967. The Springfield Union, page 24. In an article



titled Southwick Has Scholarship Foundation, the lead para-graph states “The Incorporation of the Citizen’s Scholarship Foundation of Southwick, an affiliate of the National Citizen’s Scholarship Foundation of America, was effected at a recent organizational meeting.” It continues “The new foundation will be structured as a nonprofit corporation and replaces the now defunct PTA Scholarship committee. With the cooperation and assistance of the national foundation, its purpose will be to establish a vitally needed scholarship fund and program in Southwick designed to help students in the community meet the costs of higher education.”

The article credits the following town leaders for forma-tion of the new group: Herb Pace, SHS Guidance Counselor; Al Spillane; Dr. Robert Pier; Vivian Brown; and Attorney Carlo Ta-gliavini. Mr. Tagliavini had prepared the incorporation papers and bylaws that were adopted at this meeting.

At the Senior Awards ceremony later that spring, Joyce Haire and David Halla received the first Citizens Scholarship Foundation awards.

1967-68. There was never to be another Southwick Farm Fair, and the remaining funds were dwindling. Its last Presi-dent was James Putnam, Sr. (the author’s dad.) In the final dis-banding of the Southwick Fair Association, he arranged for the remaining Southwick Fair funds to be turned over to the Citi-zens Scholarship Foundation. Jim Sr. and Fran Putnam would thereafter be part of the Citizens group, along with many of their friends, until sometime in the 1980s.

The current Southwick Dollars for Scholars group thanks all who came before us who built and sustained this important community initiative. We thank all who have generously do-nated past, present and future. We enthusiastically invite a new generation to join our group to help “pay it forward” for future Southwick Regional School graduates.



By Janice Baronian

A smattering of raindrops fall down

To give the cherry trees nourishment.

The sun reigns supreme as the intricate buds begin to show.

Soon a beautiful array of blossoms come forth

To grace the orchards and byways.

Like elegant debutantes they make their appearance

As an invisible herald announces their coming out in the spring.

Hanging along the branches

A cascade of wondrous round tiny flourishing petals

In clusters of pink

Akin to miniature bridal bouquets with a near perfect scent.

A petaliferous downfall they descend

Like a scattering of confetti upon the ground.

In personification coupled with a gentle breeze

The discarded flowers dance a discotheque

To a melody all their own.

Cherry Blossoms


Looking out on a sea of white it’s hard to believe in a few weeks time the world will be born anew, dressed in the fin-est green accented by the bright colors of flowers. But even if nature ends up a little late we’ll still see plenty of green come St. Patrick’s Day. Shades of green will line the streets of parades and make its way into some delight or treat. But even now as I think one traditional St. Patrick’s Day symbol has managed to spread beyond the holiday and capture the imagination of young and old alike; the Leprechaun.

The modern day Leprechaun is a type of fairy (usually spelled fa-erie) in Irish folklore that are often depicted as solitary, mischievous creatures with a penchant for workmanship and nature, guard-ing a pot of gold at the end of the rainbow. All Leprechauns are male, often middle aged, dressed in a green suit (originally red) with a blazing red or sleek silver beard upon their face. They wear a pointed cap or more com-monly a flat brimmed top hat, buckled shoes, and depending on if they were working or not, a leather apron. When relaxing they would smoke from their wooden pipe.

Leprechauns were never depicted as female or as children

leading to mysteries of how they could come into being. Some say they are abandoned fairy children that became corrupted by evil spirits, or fairies that have fallen from grace and end up as grumpy old men. Regardless historical studies have been slowly piecing together where the true origin of Leprechauns lie.

In Celtic mythology Leprechauns were originally associ-ated with water spirits known as “luchorpan,” which means “little body.” Fitting as they were said to stand only two to three feet tall.

But over time the luchorpan merged with another supernatural being, the Clurichaun, or house-hold fairy that were known to be mischievous and generally haunted cellars while drinking heavily.

Another origin points to the Irish leath bhrogan, meaning shoe-maker. Fairy society was similar to humans with a division of labor where one race of fairies performed a job or service to other fairy folk.

Leprechauns were the cobblers, making shoes for other fairies. Which as it turns out is a highly lucrative business in the Fairy world as every Leprechaun earned himself a pot of gold.

Whether because of their trickster nature or by choice, Lep-rechauns tend to be solitary fairies, believed to inhabit the wild places of Ireland, such as forests and hills and possibly were the Tuatha Danann, a race of supernatural beings inhabiting Ireland before the arrival of humans.

As such, they are seen as guardians of the natural world and have a strong connection with animals, nature and seem-ingly magical events like rainbows.

According to legend if your lucky enough to find and cap-ture this elusive creature (or in some cases his ring, coin, or amulet), he will offer you three wishes. But like the equally well known genie, often times you will not end up with what you wished for. They will twist your words or if the wish is vague they will interpret it to suit themselves.

Should you decline his wishes he will be left with naught else but to show you where he has hid his pot of gold in ex-

Luck O’ the Irish:

Trickster Leprechauns and Pots of Gold

By Sean Walsh


change for his freedom. But be careful, if he ever leaves your sight you will never see his gold at the end of the rainbow.

One story from Carol Rose’s “Spirits, Fairies, Leprechauns, and Goblins” tells of a young man who managed to get a Lepre-chaun to show him the tree that lay beyond the rainbow where his treasure was hidden. But it was deep underground tangled in the tree’s roots. Having no shovel, the man marked the tree with red ribbon before releasing the Leprechaun. Returning al-most instantly he found that every one of the numerous trees in the field sported the same red ribbon! He had let the Lepre-chaun out of his sight and ended up tricked.

But even if you’ve readied your mind and planned for all sorts of trickery, capturing a leprechaun is far easier said then done.

The only true way to know if a Leprechaun is near is to be silent and listen to the sounds of nature. Every fairy kind is known to make a specific sound and Leprechauns make a ham-mer tapping noise as they work away at a pair of shoes.

A William Allingham poem titled “The Leprechun; Or Fairy Shoemaker” describes the sound, “Lay your ear close to the hill. Do you not catch the tiny clamor, busy click of an elfin hammer. Voice of the Leprechaun singing shrill as he merrily piles his trade.”

Even if you manage to hear the faint tapping you still must remain quiet. If a Leprechaun knows he has been seen he will turn invisible and escape into the forest.

Some legends state that they value their privacy and gold so much as to hold a grudge against anyone whose greed leads them in search and will go far beyond the usual roguish trick-ery, and use their magic maliciously. Spoiling your food, break-ing items in your home, or even tossing your children out of their beds.

If all warnings fail to discourage brave souls from hunting the magical folk, Leprechauns have one final trick. The gold that fills their pots is fairy gold and is said to turn into dust or a useless item like buttons after being exposed to the human world for even a few minutes. Greed will pay no profit when dealing with Leprechauns.

Nowadays, Leprechauns can be found in movies, books, toys, and passing as mascots for colleges and cereal brands. Seemingly leaving behind their humbler cobbler days for the spotlight of Hollywood. But their humble beginnings will re-main in legends and sighting will undoubtably continue from now till end of time.

So I leave with a wee bit of advice: on St. Patrick’s Day every-one is Irish or so the story goes, so grab a four leaf clover and best of luck to those chasing pots of gold at the end rainbows.


Live with


We all get discouraged. We all live with disappointments. We all live through unfair situations. Because of that, it’s easy to think we’re at a disadvantage.

We can develop a “slave mentality.” We live like we are a slave to our circumstances, a slave to our job, or a slave to our credit card. And, as long as we have that “slave mentality,” it will trap us.

But do you know what the Bible says? The Bible says, “Be-loved, now you are the children of God.” You are not a slave you are a son. You are not a slave you are a daughter.

And sons and daughters think different than slaves. You may struggle with addiction, but a son says, “I have a right to be free.” You may face obstacles, but a daughter says, “I know that

the One who is for me are greater than the one who is against me.”

You want to talk about a slave mentality think of the Is-raelites! They were slaves in Egypt for 400 years. They were used and abused. They were mistreated and taken advantage of. Finally, God sent Moses to free the Children of Israel and lead them to the Promised Land.

I’m sure they were excited when their dream for freedom finally came true That is, they were excited until Pharaoh changed his mind and came chasing after them. He took 600 of his fastest chariots, he took his strongest warriors, and he took his enormous army, and he hunted them down. The Israelites fled before him, but finally they came to a dead end at the Red Sea. They were trapped. They had nowhere to go.

Pharaoh was saying, in effect, “You’re my slaves; I own you; I’m taking you back.” But God was saying, “You’re My sons and daughters. I’m taking you forward.”

“I’m taking you back I’m taking you forward.” That was the debate that was playing back and forth in the minds of the Israelites. That’s the debate that is taking place inside you. My challenge to you today is

Be bold!

A while ago a repairman come to our house to fix the air conditioner. He didn’t walk in my house and open up my re-frigerator to get something to drink. He didn’t sit on my couch and watch Netflix. He went straight to the air conditioning unit and fixed the problem. He knew he couldn’t make himself at home. He was there as a servant, not a son.

But when our kids come over, they make themselves at home. They don’t ask, “Hey, Dad, can I go to the refrigerator and get something to drink? Can I sit on the couch?” No, they don’t ask permission; they act like they own the place and, in a way, they do. They’re my kids. Everything I have is theirs.

And I like the fact they know who they are. They’re confi-dent, so they go boldly to the refrigerator. The Bible tells us to “Go boldly to the throne of grace.”

If you want to make God happy, if you want to put a smile


on God’s face, go to Him with boldness. Go to Him like you know He’s proud of you, like you know He loves you, like you know He wants to be good to you. Ask Him for your dreams to come true. Pray bold prayers. You’re not inconveniencing Him.

You are a son right now!

Jesus told the story of the Prodi-gal Son. You know the story. The son asked his dad for his inheri-tance, and he left home. And then he blew all the money partying and making poor choices. Once he was broke, he got so desperate he ended up eating pig slop to survive. Pig slop!

Finally, he came to his senses, and he thought, The servants back home live better than I do. They don’t eat pick slop! I’m going to go back to my father’s house, and after all the wrongs I’ve done, after this big mess, I know I can’t live at home, but maybe maybe my father will hire me as one of his servants.

Do you see what’s happening? Because of his mistakes, he has stopped seeing himself as a son and he has started seeing himself as a servant. He