Before too long, when summer will be upon us, there will be soaring solos, passionate duets, gentle trios, and lofty choruses wafting down Otsego Lake from The Glimmerglass Festival, the eminent opera company celebrating its 50th year.…
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Cooperstown Observed
A few weeks ago, we noted in this column some of the reasons why we value life in Cooperstown. Here are some more of the whys:…
Omniscient Siri will guide you along the myriad roads that lead to Cooperstown. Better still, since a picture is worth a thousand words, consulting a map (remember them?) will more vividly prove the point. From any point on the continent, roads will bring you here.…
Why Cooperstown? Let us count the whys (as I see them): Because strangers are apt to greet each other on the street. That’s why. Because of the majestic lake and its magic vapors. That’s why.…
How easy it is to take things for granted. And if we are not careful, we will deprive ourselves of the riches trees bring us. And during the hot summer day, walking along the street, the shade provided by a generous tree brings relief and renewed energy to continue.…
To market, to market, juicy tomatoes, Home again, home again, don’t forget the potatoes!…
In a village famous for its museums, the grande dame is Fenimore Art Museum, with its permanent collection, its visiting exhibitions, and its native-American splendors. The staircase leading to the lower galleries is a work of art in itself. Not to be overlooked, is the Community Gallery tucked away in a corner on the second floor. As its name implies, it displays works from local sources and is not to be missed.…
In the 19th century, there was steamer traffic between the north end of Otsego Lake and Cooperstown. The Public Landing in Springfield was a destination for travelers from Albany who would leave their carriages and embark on the steamer, which would make several stops on the journey south, for example at Five Mile Point and Three Mile Point.…
The gardens of Cooperstown abound with riches: flowers of every color, height, size, shape, and configuration; herbaceous borders; privet hedges; multicolored flowering bushes in bursts of joy; plants without number; flower-filled window boxes, urns, and hanging baskets; seasonal wreaths; mini-jungles worthy of Henri Rousseau; and whiffs of lilacs, roses, honeysuckle, and the like.…
In ancient Greece the word for stranger was xenos, which meant not only stranger, but guest and friend. Philoxenia was the word of the day, visitors welcome. Can we not emulate the ancient Greeks and happily share our village with those who come our way?…
