Infested Hemlock Trees Treated
in Rugby
AmeriCorps volunteer treating hemlock |
Nearly all of the hemlocks directly along the Massengale Loop
Trail have now been treated as well as other areas in and around the Rugby
State Natural Area in the village center.
The effort was organized through representatives of the State Natural
Areas with the assistance of about 10 AmeriCorps volunteers.
Shortly after the treatment process started, the AmeriCorps
volunteers received a call instructing them to go to New Jersey immediately to
help with the efforts related to damage from Hurricane Sandy. But after they left, a scaled down effort
continued with the help of Robin Wooten from the State Natural Areas, a
representative from the State Forestry Department, George Zepp and Rick Murphy.
The representative from State Forestry showed the group evidence
of the infestation on most of the trees we treated. While treatment is not guaranteed to save the
trees, it has shown to be highly effective.
However, the trees will need to be re-treated in a few years unless other
approaches to controlling the bugs can be made more widely available.
There are many more trees in the Rugby area that have not been
treated. Private land owners are
encouraged to go ahead and treat their trees while they are still relatively
healthy. It is not hard to apply the
treatment. For example, Rick Murphy treated 25 trees at Walton Court in 2-3
hours on Friday.
Thanksgiving Marketplace
Features New Demonstration Space
Cover of new Rugby recipe book - hot off the old press |
By Benita Howell
Please stop by the Commissary on Friday, November 23, and visit
the refurbished upstairs space. Thanks to Vi Biehl, framed photographs from
past workshops now decorate the walls of the space that will be used for future
workshops and classes. The space will host six arts and crafts demonstrators on
Friday: Linda Asberry (silverware jewelry); Sue Duncan with her bunnies
(spinning and weaving); Mhairi Gehlhar (stuffed toys and dolls); Gail Hill
(hooked rugs); Debra Redden (corn shuck dolls and ornaments); and Mara Trumbo
(paintings). Visit with them and do some early Christmas shopping. There’s also
a sale table upstairs and additional price reductions downstairs on Nancy
McDonald prints and Historic Rugby tee shirts.
A limited run of the new edition of Recipes from Rugby should be available in time for Thanksgiving
Marketplace. The booklet is being produced locally, with no up-front printing
costs to Historic Rugby. This version of the cookbook features recipes from all
of Rugby’s historic homes (including those recently or about to be
reconstructed). Peter Merrill typeset and printed the cover at the Rugby
Printing Works, incorporating original cover art, “Grandma’s Baking Day,” by
Donna Heffner. Their contributions make this little cookbook a special keepsake
for folks who love Rugby’s resurrected print shop and Donna’s art. Thank you,
Peter and Donna!
Friendly House Project
Nears Completion
Photo of newly enclosed porch at Friendly House - by George Zepp |
Lavonne said they appreciate the good work done by the folks from
Larry Rindler Construction, including Rocky Cooper and Randy Murdock.
Photos of Perrigo Project
Some cute kittens are available - check with Kares or Cafe |
BIRTHDAYS
November
25 - Marilyn Young
CALENDAR
Rugby is in the Eastern time zone, just barely.
Rugby is in the Eastern time zone, just barely.
Nov.
22 - Thanksgiving Dinner at Grey Gables - Seatings at 1 and 5 Eastern Time
423.628.5252
Nov. 23 – Thanksgiving
Marketplace at Historic Rugby – 10 a.m. to 6 p.m. Browse
local shops and see demonstrating artisans and craft folk. Take a tour of the
historic buildings. British Cream Tea (see below)
Nov.
23 – British Cream Tea at Historic Rugby’s Newbury House. Seatings at 1:00 p.m.
and 3:00 p.m. The formal tea features freshly baked scones, tea sandwiches,
cookies and sweets served in a historic setting. $10.00 admission. Reservations
required – call 888-214-3400 or 423-628-2441
Dec.
1 - Christmas By Candlelight High Tea Dinner at Grey Gables. Five Courses, Mike
Jones, entertaining. 423.628.5252
Dec.
8 – Christmas at Rugby – 4 p.m to 9 p.m. Visit beautifully decorated candle and lamp lit
historic buildings. Enjoy live music and witness the magic of actors portraying
early Rugby colonists. Join in with the carolers singing beside the fire while
sampling Hot Wassail, the favorite holiday drink of Rugby. Browse Christmas
treasures at The Shoppes of Rugby. Keep an eye out for Victorian Santa.
Experience a delightful Four Course Victorian Dinner at the Harrow Road Cafe
(Reservations Required)
December 31 – New Years Eve Dinner at Harrow Road
Cafe
Ongoing Activities Quilters’ Group - Wednesdays and Saturdays, 2–4 p.m. Eastern, at the Friendly House behind Christ Church Rugby Yoga – [Suspended until construction work is complete on the Friendly House] was Wednesdays, 8:30 a.m. Eastern, at the Friendly House. Christ Church Episcopal -- Sunday morning services, 11 a.m. Eastern, year round; all are welcomed |
NATURE NOTES
Great Blue Herons
Great Blue Herons
By Linda Konig
Have you ever seen a Great Blue Heron at Newbury Pond? Occasionally we have one there in early
mornings. I've also seen them on streams
in Wayne Co., KY and other places in our area.
Before I moved to Rugby, I used to wonder why there was a mine in the
Big South Fork named Blue Heron, but now I know we have them here
year-round.
Great Blue Herons are called Great because they're bigger than the
Little Blue Herons, but I think they're also great in the sense of being
marvelous (full of marvels). Just to
look at a photo of one, you'd think they would be awkward with such long legs,
long necks, and long beaks. However, the
opposite is true. Watching one at a
stream or in flight, you can see that they're graceful, dignified, even
regal. Probably one reason they give
this impression is that they can be so quiet and still, and their stalking walk
is ever so slow and careful.
Of course, the reason they're being so quiet and slow and careful
is that they're watching and waiting for some sort of prey. They eat just about anything that's in or
around water. Once they see something
they want, say a fish or a crayfish, they strike with lightning speed with
those dagger-like beaks. They usually
fish alone. They can stand patiently
poised at a stream bank so long, you'd swear they were a statue.
Could it be that they're somewhat vain about their looks? They're fastidious about keeping their
feathers clean, and they have an unusual way to do this with specialized chest
feathers that grow continually and fray into a kind of downy fuzz. The Great Blues comb the down with a fringed
claw on their middle toes, pulling the down out, and use this down as a sort of
washcloth to clean and preen their other feathers. Could it be that they're not only watching
for prey in the water, but also admiring their own reflections? For a good photo of a Great Blue Heron and
more information, try animals.nationalgeographic.com/animals/birds/great-blue-heron/.
Fall in Rugby in Poetry
Hadley
Hury has a new poem appearing in the Fall/Winter Issue of THE JAMES DICKEY
REVIEW. It's a print magazine with no online version. Here's the poem, which is
set in our Rugby environs:
October Clean
The fog in the gorges and hollows at first light
is like cold remembered rivers mapped in sleep,
still dreaming, languid, silver, long and deep—
for minutes then it’s sun-shot snowy white;
so in October the seasons converge from hour to hour—
self-effacing, old, accustomed friends,
asserting, yielding, no grudges, no bitter ends;
this openhanded grace accrues a power
that eclipses January’s touch of death,
the manic flights of March, its anguished falls,
seductive April’s giddy, fecund calls,
and August’s clotted, immolating breath;
and through the sycamore and hemlock steal
at noon the wood smoke’s evanescent traces;
each eidetic oak and maple in ardor faces
the other, harmonizing, and we feel
them pulling us out of doors, wiping the mold
of any memory not vital or forgiving
and any melodrama not worth living
as something cleaner—sharper—blue and gold.
October Clean
The fog in the gorges and hollows at first light
is like cold remembered rivers mapped in sleep,
still dreaming, languid, silver, long and deep—
for minutes then it’s sun-shot snowy white;
so in October the seasons converge from hour to hour—
self-effacing, old, accustomed friends,
asserting, yielding, no grudges, no bitter ends;
this openhanded grace accrues a power
that eclipses January’s touch of death,
the manic flights of March, its anguished falls,
seductive April’s giddy, fecund calls,
and August’s clotted, immolating breath;
and through the sycamore and hemlock steal
at noon the wood smoke’s evanescent traces;
each eidetic oak and maple in ardor faces
the other, harmonizing, and we feel
them pulling us out of doors, wiping the mold
of any memory not vital or forgiving
and any melodrama not worth living
as something cleaner—sharper—blue and gold.