By: Walter Harris
The corona virus really sucks!
It already cost me plenty of bucks.
But more important it has disrupted my life
And made a nervous TV viewer of my wife.
I used to arise go into the shower
Wash, dry then exercise for an hour.
Sit in my chair, listen to music, relax
Read the NY Times get all the facts.
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Written by: Bruno Cavullo
You see them here, you see them there
The new masked look is everywhere
Blue, beige or striped, straps over ears
Defense against our current fears
We cannot see each other smile
Because of this new masked face style
Voices sound muffled, not much laughter
We look forward so to the days after
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By Phyllis Bicknell Carroll
It had been a stormy, windy October night but, as the sun rose, the winds lessened to a perfect sailing day, sunny and bright. A good breeze enabled us to move our 32-foot Pearson sailboat, Flyway, right along about two miles off the New Jersey coast. Because we were avid sailors who often spent months aboard our craft, we had added several additions to it for comfort. My husband Dave had designed and built a padded seat which fitted over the threshold of the hatchway at the top of the ladder leading to our cabin below. Then we wired the controls for the autopilot to the cabin ceiling in easy reach of anyone sitting on that seat. Thus, once the course was set, one could sit in comfort under the sprayhood (a shelter) out of the sun, rain or wind, watching through the windshield while steering with the autopilot. Later, when Dave’s Uncle Gene (who had loved our boat) died and left us a small inheritance, we decided to honor him by using it to add a major comfort. We had a custom-built enclosure fitted to Flyway’s cockpit, screens for summer and lightly tinted non- glare clear plastic panels for cooler or stormy weather. One other detail is needed to picture this story. When Dave sat in his command seat, to his left was a wide flat area where we placed the navigation charts in their plastic cases.
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Part 2 of a series of memories shared by Resident Pete Jackson
Oak Ridge was a completely different place than Pittsburgh. It was built from scratch in 1943. The government needed an isolated place with access to a lot of electrical power. Eastern Tennessee fit the bill, so Oak Ridge was built in that location.. The TVA had built a number of hydroelectric facilities in the area. Many of the streams were dammed up, widened or re-routed to provide cheap electrical power.
This part of Tennessee is beautiful. It is in the midst of the rolling hills of Appalachia and Oak Ridge was built in a remote area.. Also, coal was plentiful in the area, so coal-powered plants were built in addition to the hydroelectric ones. Because of all the dams and waterways, fishing, boating, water-skiing, etc. were nearby.
Originally the town was built for about 15,000 people but ended up with 45,000 by the end of the war. It was hastily built. People compared it to a frontier town which, in fact, it was. It had minimal facilities, and this didn’t improve until after the war. The atomic facility was located nearby. Various buildings in the facility were spread out and placed in the valleys of the Appalachian washboard. This was done partly for security and partly in case of accidents. When I got there, much improvement had been made but vestiges of the “old Oak Ridge” still remained. There were still prefab homes, barracks-type apartments, and unpaved roads.
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Resident Pete Jackson shares his memories of the intensity of his studies at Carnegie Tech in a two-part article.
In 1954, I graduated from Michigan State College with a degree in electrical engineering. I went to work as a civilian for the Navy at a research and development laboratory at NADC in Warminster, Pennsylvania. I started out in Anti-submarine Warfare but moved into the field of radar development after a couple of years. I was moving around just to find an area that I liked. After I had been there about four years (in 1958), an opening came up which interested me. The military was interested in equipping aircraft with nuclear reactors. This would theoretically give them very long airborne time and enable them to more effectively perform their mission. To anticipate research and development in this area, the military decided to train a number of engineers in nuclear physics. The military already had some personnel with that knowledge, but if the effort took off like expected, many more would be needed. I saw an opportunity for advancement here so I applied. The training was six months at one of several colleges and six months of practical experience at the AEC’s research laboratory at Oak Ridge, Tennessee. There were several other applicants, but I was chosen.
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War was looming in this country in the early 1940s and Europe was in dire straits. Because of the strict gasoline rationing, my mother, sister and I moved from the country to an apartment building in White Plains, NY within walking distance of the railroad station. I was commuting to attend business school and my sister to her job at New York Life Insurance. While living in the apartment, I volunteered as an Air Raid Warden there at night, making sure that all blinds were closed and no light was visible on the outside. As new residents we could not get a telephone until the war ended.
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Rekindling memories is an easy first step to charging emotions for the purpose of writing. That is why Pine Run’s creative writing class always starts with discussion about family, history, hobbies, travels, and other rousing topics that promote a dynamic exchange of ideas. “Listening to others’ stories in the group has really helped me develop as a writer,” says artist Izzie Barth. “We bolster each other, and I find that writing as a creative outlet is almost as satisfying as painting, but it takes up less space. I’ve also learned an awful lot about the computer since joining the class.”
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