Cayuga Mutual Overlooking The Grand River

Upon discovery of a valley and a beautiful stream, Alexander Graham Bell observed, "Now just think of that.  Here was a beautiful gorge, half a mile long, right on my own place, and coming at one point within fifty feet of a well-trodden road ~ and I never knew of its existence before!  We are all too much inclined, I think, to walk through life with our eyes shut.  There are things all around us, and right at our very feet, that we have never seen:  because we have never really looked.
"Don't keep forever on the public road, going only where others have gone, and following one after the other like a flock of sheep.  Leave the beaten track occasionally..."

~ GENIUS AT WORK Images of Alexander Graham Bell, Dorothy Harley Eber, McClelland and Stewart Limited, 1982.

(Photos: Ouse Street ~ Around the corner from the bookshop)



Early Telephone Operator, Brantford



BIRTHDAY OF ALEXANDER GRAHAM BELL ~  March 3, 1847

Born in Edinburgh, Scotland March 3, 1847.  Bell eventually held three citizenships:  U.K., Canadian and U.S.A.

Bell Homestead ~ Brantford Ontario

"Some of the old people thought the man was foolish to spend so much time flying kites. 'It seems like a damn fool thing to do,' they'd say.  And I can hear Dr. Bell laugh yet when he heard that.  He'd throw back his head and his whiskers would bounce.  'They think I'm some kind of nut,' he'd say.  'You're a useful nut,' I'd tell him.  They'd classified him as one." ~ Mayme Morrison Brown, neighbour.

Born in Edinburgh Scotland, the innovator, inventor, teacher eventually held three citizenships:  U.K., Canadian and U.S.A.  Bell died in Nova Scotia, Canada, August 2, 1922 at the age of seventy-five.

www.bellhomestead.ca

~ Genius At Work Images of Alexander Graham Bell, Dorothy Harley Eber, McClelland and Stewart Limited, 1982.
(Photos:  Summer 2012 lbw. Click on photo for larger image.)

IMPORTANT

The Council in Committee meeting re:  SUNDAY GUN HUNTING in Haldimand County has been postponed.  We will post future date as soon as available.

"A good book is the very essence of a good man.~ His virtues survive in it, while the foibles and faults of his actual life are forgotten.~ All the goodly company of the excellent and great sit around my table or look down on me from yonder shelves, waiting patiently to answer my questions and enrich me with their wisdom.~ A precious book is a foretaste of immortality.~

~ T.L. Cuyler, American Presbyterian minister (Jan. 1822 - 1909)
QUOTES ARE Tremendous, Charles Jones, Executive Books, 1995.

Note:  Cuyler Gore, a park, was created in Brooklyn, U.S.A.  T.L. declined a statue requesting "simply beautiful flowers and trees." (Wikipedia)

LIX
(...for Emily Dickinson fans)

A light exists in spring
   Not present on the year
At any other period,
   When March is scarcely here.

A color stands abroad
   On solitary hills
That science cannot overtake,
   But human nature feels.

It waits upon the lawn ;
   It shows the furthest tree
Upon the furthest slope we know :
   It almost speaks to me.

Then, as horizons step,

   Or noons report away,
Without the formula of sound,
   It passes and we stay.

A quality of loss

   Affecting our content,

As trade had suddenly encroached

   Upon a sacrament.

~ Emily Dickenson

Spring 2012

Oh Pooh!  Do you think it is a CABIN-FEVER CLEARANCE? $1, $2, 3 for $1, $4 and $5 ~ books, books, books.  Hard covers, soft covers.

The Neat Little Bookshop has tables of books.  Watch for the CABIN FEVER signs.  Stop by and pick up a few.  We're getting ready for spring!   SALE STARTS Wednesday, March 6 ~ goes 'til Saturday, March 9.  Open 10:30 in the morning.

Only nineteen days until SPRING!

BY THE SEA

I started early, took my dog,
And visited the sea;
The mermaids in the basement
Came out to look at me,

And frigates in the upper floor
Extended hempen hands,
Presuming me to be a mouse
Aground, upon the sands.

But no man moved me till the tide
Went past my simple shoe,
And past my apron and my belt,
And past my bodice too,

And made as he would eat me up
As wholly as a dew
Upon a dandelion's sleeve ~
And then I started too.

And he ~ he followed close behind ;

I felt his silver heel

Upon my ankle, ~ then my shoes

Would overflow with pearl.

Until we met the solid town,

No man he seemed to know ;

And bowing with a might look

At me, the sea withdrew.

~ Emily Dickinson  Collected Poems of.  Chatham River Press, 1983.