Fall in New England

Doesn’t everybody in New England love the fall season, even when it isn’t the most beautiful one on record?

“No Second Paragraph”

I believe that my parents and grandmothers started reading to me when I was a small baby and since then I have always loved reading and libraries.

A Heartbreaking Loss

The Suffield High School Boys Soccer team finished as the Class M runner-ups after a heartbreaking 3-2 loss to Lewis Mills in the state finals.

Bridge Street Community Center Response

This serves to clarify an editorial published in the November 2017 edition of the Suffield Observer related to the conversion of Bridge Street School to a community recreation center.

Food For Thought

“Start by doing what’s necessary; then do what’s possible; and suddenly you are doing the impossible.”

– Francis of Assisi

Andy Sauer

Suffield Observations

A guy I once knew had a Christmas he’d never forget. He was about 25 years old and still at the stage of his life when he spent the holidays with his parents and siblings. On the day of Christmas Eve, his father had a massive heart attack.
They converged on the hospital and waited. If you’ve been through something like that, you know that the Earth stops turning. Outside the hospital, life goes on its merry way; inside, you wait. Thankfully, his dad pulled through. The family came home that night and went to sleep. The next morning, they decided to exchange gifts. But being the holiday procrastinators they were, a lot of the gifts hadn’t been wrapped. No problem. They agreed to distribute the gifts person-to-person straight from the shopping bags.
It wasn’t traditional, but it was perfect.
I always think of that guy when I see so many people push themselves to plan the perfect Christmas. Although some would call it tradition, I’ve observed a slight ratcheting of customs over the years.
There was a time when a lit tree in the window and a wreath on the door was the extent of holiday decorations. Today, you’ve got laser light shows and an inflatable Santa’s workshop in people’s front yards. There was a time when the Friday after Thanksgiving was just a Friday. There was none of the mania to get the perfect gifts at the lowest prices. And, I do recall there was a time when presents, for the most part, actually fit under the tree. Today, mountains of gifts fill the living room and soon will dwarf the tree itself.
I understand why people work so hard to make Christmas special. It’s a day when you feel the warmth of your most treasured relationships and which seems to capture your deepest sentiments in an inextinguishable memory. I’m getting pretty old, but there are some holidays I can drift back to as effortlessly as Scrooge with his Ghost of Christmas Past.
So, when you’re dealing with romantic reminiscences bordering on metaphysical manifestations, of course you want to make every Christmas perfect. And, though I may gripe like a grumpy Grinch, I’m not going to ask you to tone it down. I just want to offer this one observation: For all the effort we put into the holiday — from the Christmas cards to the holiday parties to the turkey and the presents themselves — it’s really just an opportunity every year to show people how much you care about them. The rest is just for show.