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Epsom NH News

January 2, 2013

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Epsom Library News

Artists’ Exhibit And Reception


The Monday Night Quilters currently have their work on display at the library through January 26.  


A public reception will be held at the library on Saturday, January 5, 1:00 to 3:00 p.m.


Beginners’ Crocheting And Knitting

Mary Frambach and Dawn Thulin will offer a series of four classes for beginners in knitting and crocheting on Wednesdays January 15 and 23, and February 6 and 13. Students will make scarves. Mary will teach the knitting classes. Knitting needles will be available for the cost of $2.00, and participants need to bring worsted-weight yarn. Those joining Dawn in learning to crochet, need to bring an H hook as well as worsted-weight yarn.


Please sign up for the classes at the main desk of the library.



Concord Regionals VNA Community Education


On Thursday, January 17, at 10:30 am the Concord Regional VNA will present “What Was, What’s Now, What’s Next?” as part of their community education.  Home health helps older adults live independently for as long as possible by providing a wide range of services.  From chores and housekeeping services to assistance in the recovery from an accident or injury, learn how Concord Regional VNA can assist you in transitioning from what was, to what’s now, and into what’s to come.


Book Club

The Book Club will meet on Wednesday, January 16, at 7:00 pm to discuss David Mitchell’s The Thousand Autumns of Jacob De Zoet. Anyone wishing to join in the discussion is invited to pick up a copy of the book at the library.


Reader’s Corner

(We invite patrons to write a book, movie review or an essay relating somewhat to a piece of literature.  Our guest writer this month is Mort Glazer.)


When I was 14 years old, I got fixed up with Sheila Mendlebaum from Revere. It was my first date, and a blind one at that.  The story about Sheila was that she was “built.” I had a pretty good idea what that meant, having three older sisters, but I had never experienced meeting such a girl strictly on my own.  We spoke on the phone and arranged a meeting at her home on Shirley Avenue, near Bell Circle and the Wonderland Dog Track for the following Friday.


It took me about an hour and half to get to her home by public transportation from Somerville.  Like most of the blue collar cities around the eastern or northern outskirts of Boston, Shirley Avenue was lined on both sides with two-family wooden shingled homes knitted close together.


It was a warm spring evening, and there was a noticeable odor of salty, fetid air from the beach nearby.  I rang the bell, and a large, hirsute man opened the door and glared at me.  No “hello” or anything that suggested he was pleased to see me.  He just simply turned, leaving the door open, and I followed him into the parlor.  He said, “Sit.” There was a large sofa and two over-stuffed chairs.  I sat in one of them.  A moment later, Sheila and her father entered the room.


I got up and said, “Hello,” my eyes immediately zeroing in on the “built” part of her anatomy. The rumors were true. However, she was also quite built in every other respect. (I could hear my fix-up buddies laughing their heads off.)


Mr. Mendlebaum said, “I will be leaving for a while, but I’ll be back soon, (stressing the words “back” and “soon.”)  Actually, every word was fraught with threat accompanied by his menacing glare.


Sheila and I were alone.  She sat on the couch facing me, and we chatted aimlessly, but I was thinking about how long I would have to stay there before it was sufficiently polite to get up and get out. Sheila said, “Why don’t you come over and sit next to me on the couch?” I answered, “Okay, but I can’t stay very long, just for a few minutes.”  Her huge arm was beckoning me, and I dragged my feet over and sat as far away as possible from her.  I could sense her sliding over in my direction, as the couch began to tip slightly.


The next thing I remember is being crushed and having a life-and-death wrestling match. She had me pinned, but I found a miraculous burst of strength and threw her off and raced out of the room. I could hear her screaming, “I hate myself! I hate myself!”


All the way home on the dreary busses, I felt guilt-stricken, and when I got there, I spilled the whole story to my sister, especially the “I hate myself” part and how bad I felt for her.  My sister suggested that I write her a nice letter of apology.


At that time I was a voracious reader of all the Mickey Spillane books, featuring Mike Hammer, Private Eye. The lesson drilled into me by my teachers was to always look up any word in the dictionary that I didn’t understand.  I remembered Hammer’s referring so some woman as “voluptuous” and had looked it up. So, in my letter to Sheila, I said that although the evening had ended badly, I still thought that she was “voluptuous looking,” which word I assumed she would know or learn and then conclude that, in my opinion, she was alluring in a rotund sort of way.  I guess today the word “Reubenesque” would be more appropriate.


Two weeks went by, and I arrived home from school.  No sooner was I in the front door than I was met by my father, who, at 4 feet 11 inches, could seem like ten feet when he was mad.  “Come with me,” he said. There in the parlor, with the white sheets removed from the couches and chairs, were Mr. Mendlebaum and his daughter, Sheila, along with my mother who looked especially ticked off.


Mr. Mendlebaum had my letter in his fist. “Did you write this letter to my daughter?” (He had his usual ready-to-kill expression on his face.) I nodded. “How dare you call my daughter that word!” “What word?” I asked.  “Voluptuous,” he shouted.  I argued that I was being complimentary to her!  At that point, my mother shoved the Merriam-Webster dictionary into my hands, with the page turned to where the definition of voluptuous was found, and I was ordered to read it aloud in its entirety, including all the secondary meanings.  I guess from her father’s interpretation, I was calling her a tart. (Hey, I thought, if the shoe fits. . . )


“Now,” said red-faced Mr. Mendlebaum, “I want you to apologize to my daughter and promise that you will never use that word again in a letter.” By this time  my mother and father had the same expression of contempt on their faces as Mr. Mendlebaum. (Sheila, by the way, was grinning broadly.)  “Okay, okay,” I promised.


Everyone got up, and the men shook hands, (leaving my mother’s sponge cake untouched, not helping her mood any as it seems as though she was the only one who ever thought it was good.)  As the Mendlebaums were leaving, Sheila turned to me and mouthed the words, “Call me.”



Epsom Central School Staff And Faculty

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Mrs. Marie Rieger, Teacher, 1st Grade


Marie Rieger is one of three teachers in the 1st grade, and is starting her 12th year at ECS. She has a Bachelor’s degree in Business Administration, a Master’s degree in Education, and is Reading Recovery Certified. Prior to teaching at ECS, she taught first and second grade, and reading recovery.


Marie has served on curriculum committees for Mathematics, English and Language Arts, and Science, while also working on the Negotiating Committee. She loves children, finds working with them very rewarding, and enjoys watching them learn how to read and write.  She uses technology in her classroom on a daily basis, especially an interactive digital board, and incorporates technology into lessons to help teach the first grade curriculum.  She likes the closely-knit community of faculty, staff, and administration at ECS, and particularly appreciates parental involvement. 


Marie always welcomes parents and foster grandparents to the school and to her classroom. She says that a lot of parents at ECS are involved with their child’s education but would like to see more parents take the time at home to start working with their child at a very early age, reading to them, teaching them the letters, how to count, and how to write their name to help give their child a basic foundation prior to coming to kindergarten or first grade.


Marie worked full-time during the day as a Secretary, Bookkeeper, and Administrative Assistant to put herself through college. She lives in Concord with her daughter, who just completed her Master’s degree.  Marie misses watching her daughter play volleyball and softball in college. In her spare time, she likes to play Scrabble and Words with Friends, do crossword puzzles, read, and spend time relaxing at the beach. 






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