TheWakefield Opera House has provided over 100 years of entertainment to the community and a millennia of music by bringing the Wakefield World Music Festival to the Town Hall.
This year attendees experienced the dancing fingers of a live Spanish Guitar, and a series of ancient percussion sounds of our ancestors through rousing globe trot..
From the roots of Africa, Spain, Indonesia and Japan, participants rode on enlightening rhythms showcased by world-class musicians. .
The Wakefield World Music Festival, fabulous (and free) was offered this past Saturday, September 13. From 1pm-6pm, it gave many the opportunity to see inspired performances and workshops offering audience participation with professional musicians..
Cornell Coley, pictured right, walked us through the roots of today’s back beat brought by slaves to the America’s in his lively performance mixed with dance and sound.
“I love beats.” Lincoln Myers, eager for the opportunity to learn more about playing the drums, the 3rd grader was the first to take a seat in the workshop following Coley’s presentation.
The audience anticipation was thick all over as Cornell asked the crowd what they would like to learn. Among first-timers, professional musicians, young children and senior men and women, there was a readiness to enjoy taking a beat together in time.
The success of the Wakefield Opera House is measured by public participation through their well organized and hotly publicized events offered throughout the year. Thanks to the Wakefield Opera House, for treating our villagers to a spectacular big-city event to all the volunteers who helped make this event possible! It was a smashing way for our children and their cousins to enrich our day! A special thanks to WOH forsharing flyers far and wide and to CC or Assets Realty for reminding us of the event!
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The Obamney election is almost over with. People seem to always want to know if I voted Republican or Democrat at the ballot box. But don’t they already know? My inner monologue always asks, “Is that your business, really?” but the words that come out of my mouth are: “I don’t support either. ” But maybe it is their business. Republicans and democrats are the only ones in power, and are equally responsible for growing waste, debt and government for generations. This is not a race. It is a dog and pony show that may end in multiple recounts because that business model worked so well for the powers that be before. But still, I cast my vote. So for those who want to make my position their interest;
I have learned to vote for the people I know. Today I voted for the only person on the ballot with whom I have had personal contact and cast my first vote for President of the United States of America. I chose a man I met, visited with at length and witnessed first hand his civic service in a trying situation. I have not been able to truly support a candidate for public office until today. He didn’t win in my state, but someday, his ideals could represent real change because it would mean that Americans everywhere made that change, got wise and voted for their own interests, not the interests of the political puppeteers running our governments and ruining people’s lives all around the world. That’s ROCKING THE VOTE. I “Rocky-ed” mine today. Thank You Rocky-for personally earning my vote.
This letter was recently written to a veteran, but it is for all veterans, and, like most everything I do, inspired by my family. If you find it, share it in your own way.
Our Dear Veteran,
There are people here thinking about you and wondering how best to express our gratefulness for your sacrifice of mind, body and soul. For these injuries you have endured, there may be lifelong scars, but there is healing. Toward your healing and sustenance we are engaged.
My family is and has been at war along with you and suffers as you and your family does suffer. We want nothing more than to welcome you home into love and peace, to retire your mind from your service and help to repair the damage done. We are not a church group; we are not a government entity; we are not doctors. We are family, brothers and sisters to veterans like you and have devoted our lives to serving you and your comrades whom may have been forced to witness the worst of humanity and now deserve to find the best.
With most humble apologies, most modest gratitude, we are eternally indebted to you. You are a good person who was obliged to participate in terrible devastation which humanity has engaged since the beginning of time. But restoration is possible and forthcoming and we remind you that you are loved and cared for even by perfect strangers.
As a military family, we’ve grown up learning of the most haunting experiences, and have witnessed triumphant recovery. If you need someone, an ally or compatriot, we and our supporters are here for you.
Refreshing honesty applicable for many adults & a favorite quote from my daughter Junebug at 10 years of age:
We were discussing (and laughing about) the health benefits of urea and urine therapy practices used to fight illness and disease. Her response was “That is just diiissssguuuusting.” I encouraged her to get an educated opinion through research and testing, to wit, your opinion is based in ignorance. She concluded with a smile: “My opinion is based in ignorance and I am fine with that.” –Junebug, my witty, honest & opinionated child.
Many opinions are likely not well-grounded in truths, first-hand examination or deep reflection. That’s why asking questions and questioning answers is something we work hard to teach our children. Consider how poorly acquired opinions and second hand information have a negative effect resulting in bad choices in health, government, community, organizations and business. You might think twice about your opinions and even consider changing them.
June had a similar opinion about raw apple cider vinegar and its health benefits. But after a few test trials, she has found that it does indeed fight sinusitis and leaves a healthy glow on her pre-adolescent skin–though she still thinks it tastes “diiissssguuuusting.”
Some things can only be settled with a fight, but brains are far more attractive than brawn. And for a nation such as ours, War is a corporate marketing technique used in desperation to sweep away diplomatic failures or create new ones. I love my brothers and sisters in arms for their commitment. But I am up in arms over how their commitment is abused before, during and after service. One service member’s life affects the lives of at least 6 or 7 other people. And more American service members are killing themselves than ever before. This nation has been one of elevating crisis for entire generations. Maybe it’s due to the presentation of information. Or maybe its what happens after a few hundred years of breaking our own framework. I am beginning to believe that the only way the pendulum is to stop from swinging out of control is by taking down the fulcrum. Ten years ago I thought there might be a chance. That was the first time traditional media was balanced by independent media. It was also my first direct experience with politics and the Web. I took my laptop everywhere and journalists knew I could write and publish whatever I wanted and thousands, millions might see it. But even the power brokers online could not resist corruption and shortly after the first political web based campaign in2002, which was neither Republican nor Democratic, the traditional media art of war began to play out on the Web where now, the polarizing opines are catered to.
I was raised by hard core patriots in combat uniform who uphold the Bill of Rights. In our high school year book my favorite song is listed as the Star Spangled Banner but I was a disenfranchised citizen long before I was old enough to vote. I was taught that when it comes to our uniformed service people, the Constitution is their boss–not the President or Legislature. Yet the government that engages their service usurps that constitution every day. Nothing has driven me more than my family’s service to country and the desire to make this nation worthy of that service and a better home for our children.
I have had a computer under my fingers since I was five. When I was a teenager, I took all the computer courses offered at Smithville High School including a little Basic/Ascii taught by Mr. Fryer–a genius whose frugality kept him in the same 4 or 5 outfits for over thirty years. We learned how to create programs of “if/then” a “off/on” statements. A fellow classmate showed us a one he had made (he had such a knack) and presented what appeared to be an appendage on the rise. I envisioned building in this medium in other ways.
The first time I entered the World Wide Web was at Missouri State (then Southwest Missouri State University) circa 1995. At the SMSU computer lab, a Web gateway, I saw the development of a free world was passing right before me. Whatever was logged online would always be there, for the record and anyone was invited. My first searches on the Web were for the University of Malta, a school to which I wanted to transfer in the land of battles. More warring has been fought there than probably anywhere else on earth. One of the single greatest influences in my life, war, is something I could not grasp but have sought to understand.
I spent the latter half of my college education developing an individualized Political Theory degree program. No degree offered the curriculum I desired, so I created my own. When asked by the advisory committee what I would do upon graduation, I shared my plans to explore political elections in greater detail and work towards bringing forensic debate to the process. Following graduation, I turned down a Master’s scholarship and left Missouri to find my future. My travels met tragedy and triumph over the next few years, and in that time, opportunity presented itself in the form of the first political campaign fueled by the Internet.
In 2002 the P2P Vigilante bill was being sponsored by Howard Coble, a statesman from North Carolina. Earlier in the year, I received a phone call from the President of the Libertarian party asking if I would run for the Congressional NC District 6 against Howard. Loved and respected by a lot of people, Howard was the friendly adversary to my virgin run in politics. His office epitomized the problems with our political process: out of state funding from lawyers in Hollywood, gerrymandering of districts, multiple terms of office. I was an unknown independent and found the Internet was against him. A young man in Raleigh corrected a journalist who had reported online that Coble was running unopposed, already demonstrating how the Web and its bloggers could correct dissemination of misinformation. Sometime later, Dave Winer, one of the father’s of the modern Internet and RSS, gave me a weblog. With help from Aunt Alice and the team from Userland, the opportunity to not only study politics through a campaign, but to be the first politician to publish my own media blog and use a PayPal account fell into my lap. But something was missing. Video.
Enter Policlicks.com. This upstart Web firm was recording free one minute videos for candidates at the local VFW Post 2087 and produced the first online political video debate in history. My one minute message was already clear, I was humbled by the opportunity to express it- And there could not be a more fitting place from which to deliver it. At the VFW in Greensboro I recorded my first take and the producer said, “That was great, but you didn’t tell us who you are.” People I didn’t know asked me to run for office. The Internet had given me a weblog. Policlicks was recording and broadcasting one minute videos. Did my name really matter? A newlywed, my name wasn’t really my own; But neither was this campaign. The privilege was the curse of serving as a rat in the cage, on the Web as the first political weblog candidate. But that was just one chapter in a long series of amazing events for which my brothers, my father and grandfather had already prepared me.
My family is riddled with warriors. I often say “I am a product of war. .. If not for a war I would not be here.” My parent’s union was a product of war and together they created four more. But unlike for most children of American G.I.s, our father married our mother and she naturally became an American. My brothers and I were born in the United States and brought up in a long tradition of combat both domestically and abroad. If we had been born in ancient Roman times my brothers would be fighting for salt. But since they were raised in this era, in this land among this family, they fight for US. Still yet, I am diametrically opposed to war, but would fight to defend those and that which I love, even kill and die for them too.
To my friends, family and warriors for whom this post is written: Do you believe that war can be fought and won with words? I do. There is a reason freedom of speech is the First Amendment. This video represents another first, filmed almost exactly ten years ago.
Imagine what the world would be like if citizens took as much interest in their local community leadership as they invest in the media mayhem over an election which most have very little control from parties, to primaries, to the electoral college. Turning to Washington to handle the most intimate details of our lives is far too farof a reach people. Don’t slip on the slant the politicians & editors feed you and regurgitate it on your, co-workers, friends and family.
Presidential elections are a painful time for this patriot. It is a blaring light on the imperfections and failures of my country’s democracy modified by gerrymandering for party goers. The two-party system has more than outlived its usefulness for this American era; In a new age of communication, it can do no justice to our republic. Let us not further a hopeless cycle with our misplaced furor. What is important is what is here and now–our family and our neighbors, our beliefs lived out at home. It’s not about the person, it’s the process and the process is broken.
Question everything. Forget what anyone else thinks. Who are you voting for and why? It’s nobody’s business. Make a private, conscious decision–And make it where it counts—starting in your own backyard. Get real, get local and focus on our communities. Who is administrating over your child’s public education? Who is handling your jails and your courts? Who is dealing your welfare tax and social power? Who is writing & interpreting your laws? Who is caring for your wounded? Who is profiting from the the fat of our community and our nation? Who is not? What could we ever really know of candidates so far removed from the society they should hope to serve?
My latest creative donated to the Veterans Foundation of New Hampshire for use by departments of the Veterans of Foreign Wars (VFW).
Most charities take money from the public and put a fraction towards the parties they are chartered to serve. We raise the bar as volunteers bringing brilliant ideas that solve everyday problems for our veterans and military families, benefiting our communities at large.
Before you give a dime to another charity, consider where it goes. Consider the Veterans Foundation first.
My community is a big supporter of good, wholesome, slow-cooked, locally grown meals. Legislating what people consume is not the answer to our health crisis while public schools continue to purchase school lunches that can barely be considered “food.” Prohibition has taught us some powerful lessons legislators seem to have forgotten. When will our representatives acknowledge their responsibilities to their public and the precepts of a free society?
When I was a high school student, our Principal and staff asked me if we should permit the installation of a soda machine and television sets in the classroom sponsored by Pepsi Cola. We would be asked to view a short commercial on Channel 2 in exchange for the hardware. At the time, I was a student in a vocational technology class. I thought about the question and figured that the television sets could be used for many other purposes–and if the student body did not like the idea of a commercial blasting before school, we can shut the TV off or mute it and unplug the soda machine for that matter. From this corporate outreach, Smithville High’s Channel 2 1/2 was born and operating hours for the soda machine was limited and not permitted during school lunch hours. Our VoTech class produced a video program that was broadcast all over the school. Under instructor Scott Vitek, we acquired the skills for composition, recording and editing video-which in my case, have come in quite handy. There were few obese students in our school, no lines at the soda machine which was rarely used.
People need to learn to make informed decisions—Particularly at the ballot box.
Today I’m thinking of my independence–LOST and of my family members who repeatedly risk their lives and injure themselves for this country led by diplomats we are forced to elect, and subject to the decisions they make. I spent the day at a VFW Post-turned polling location for the primary election–a process whereby republican and democrat favorites are chosen for the general election. Our tax dollars pay for this, but millions of independent minded tax-payers are summarily excluded. What kind of “independence” is that?
I will not vote because I can’t be an independent voter -I would be forced to pick a side to which I don’t belong. I want to vote for a person not a party–a representative not an agenda. I want to live free rather than die under the yoke of partisan suppression. I want my country to be worthy of my family’s sacrifices.
Let’s See, how far have we come in this “democracy”? Not Far Enough. Think about the soldiers, sailors, airmen and Marines that die today with the votes we could not cast.
I work on the Web, but fb is new to me. One can suddenly just drop in on bonds, friends and the people they grew up with, people who helped raise them, that they haven’t seen in ages to see that they are alive and well. Pretty powerful stuff. Thank you old friends, real friends.
I created this video with some production assistance from Ross Myers, TheShu & Dave Armstrong at the 2011 VFW National Convention in San Antonio. I am honored and humbled by all the VFW members that have burnt the video to disc and shared it with returning troops and their local communities. Thanks to all VFW Members that so willingly participate in my videos over the years. I missed the 2012 convention, but have content to mix captured by the fellas. Look for it, coming soon here.
Working on creating a dynamic presence for Wakefield citizens and business owners in New Hampshire. Networking is key to success and we are demonstrating that through a virtual real estate development for the local Greater Wakefield Chamber of Commerce. Here is the logo I created for the network: