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By Deborah Abgott It all began with the discovery of a particular envelope in the mail – from the Federal District Court. No doubt, receiving this notice is intimidating. It demands that I report to the imposing glass courthouse on Niagara Square at a specified date and time. If selected, this appointment to grand jury duty would last 18 months. Yes, that’s a year an…

By Peg Cushman I miss the days of my youth, especially because my parents are no longer here. We ate dinner together every night, and sat on the porch, where we watched many thunderstorms and lightning bugs flit around. The summer of 1974 was full of promise, family parties, carefree days to make new memories and experience life. Summer began with a photo shoot fo…

By Vickie Rubin As a young girl, I wore the ring on my ring finger; now, as an adult it fits beautifully on my pinky. The piece was handed down from my Grandma Frances to my mother and then to me. The gem is a vintage design, possibly 100 years old, made from rose gold with shiny red garnets and a center diamond; it is my favorite and has been mostly worn every day f…

By Anthony M. Graziano Growing old has its compensations, although some of my octogenarian friends, and a couple of nonagenarians, too, disagree. But let me tell you what I have learned in my journey through time. As Sheila and I inch along the aisles in a store, following our canes, people smile at us. That’s nice, it brightens our day and maybe theirs, too. I don’t…

By Larry Scott Have you noticed that appointment times offered by professional offices are becoming increasingly precise? My dentist appointment tomorrow is at 11:20 and next day we are due at the veterinarians at 3:05. These offices used to make appointments on the hour or half hour. I suspect there is a computer program lurking behind the screen, promising greater …

By Robert Poczik People who know me think of me as a world traveler. And I proudly own that identity. I have traveled widely and offer programs to community groups about foreign countries and cultures. Readers of My View may remember that I have written a number of columns set in foreign countries – four in India, two in Japan, one in the Amazon rainforest, not to menti…

By Peter Simon Imagine a local high school that teaches six languages – not only Spanish and French, but German, Hebrew, Russian and Latin as well. The school also offers 58 student clubs and activities, encompassing subjects as diverse as horse riding, debate, nursing skills, folk music, community service and world affairs. The Williamsville schools? Clarence Cen…

By Erin Bogulski “Mom, Smokey just ate the Lego piece to my truck,” my son yells from the living room. I juggle retrieving the slobbery piece of plastic from the dog, turning the burner down and starting the baked potatoes in the microwave. I’ve only been home for 15 minutes and my second job is in full swing. I know that I signed up for this motherhood gig but th…

By Karen Wielinski I am working on what will, hopefully, be my second book. As I go through this writing process again, I marvel that I actually was able to get my book, “One on the Ground,” published. This new book will explore the people, places and things that have molded me into who I am today, which enables me to reflect quite a bit on my childhood. I grew up…

“Excuse me, I have a question for you. I’m not from around here.” Our daughter, Eve, was home for a visit last summer when we decided, as a family, to spend the day at Niagara Falls. The young man who approached us with a question on his mind was probably in his 30s, neatly dressed, soft-spoken and walking with a bicycle at his side. I assumed he needed directions…

By Dan Schwartz The lines in the Auto Burrito today were so long I figured the food must be great. There is no table service, so I filled out a form detailing the kind of burrito I wanted. After waiting in the long line, for too long a time, the woman at the counter briefly read the order form, and handed it to her manager, who smirked. I think it’s just rude when pe…

By Joseph Borzelliere The contrast between kids growing up at ages 8-14 in the late 1940s and early 1950s compared to those growing up now is quite striking. With current middle-class parents both earning up to six figures, today’s children know opulence so much greater than in the era when I grew up. I have witnessed firsthand how my grandkids and those of family…

By Judith Geer When I was in high school my family lived on Route 16, south of the hamlet of Holland. Directly across this very busy highway and just beyond a small berm was the Pennsylvania Railroad track. Every night around 11 o’clock a freight train would rumble through just as my dad sat down in his recliner in front of the brightly lighted living room picture wi…

By Tom Graham World War II soldiers are still being interred with their comrades in arms in Pearl Harbor, Hawaii, and Normandy, France. My son recently visited the USS Arizona Memorial, at Pearl Harbor, the resting place of 1,102 of the 1,177 sailors and marines killed on USS Arizona during the Japanese surprise attack on Pearl Harbor on Dec. 7, 1941. A total of 3…

By Wendy Schreiner My husband jokes and sings, “I never promised you a rose garden.” We do have rose bushes that seem to multiply every year as whenever spring rolls around I get excited when I see rose bushes for sale in the store and look and plead, can we get these rose bushes, please? It started with the seven roses across the front of the house under the big pic…