Community spirit alive in Londonderry

To the editor:

The spirit of helping others was alive and well here in Londonderry on May 5, and we have the Blue Lions to thank.

Brownie Troop 155, a troop comprised of mostly 7- to 9-year-olds, was pitching in for Beautify Londonderry. The project at the Matthew Thornton memorial was vast, and included yard work and planting, as well as spreading a huge 10 foot mulch pile amongst many flower beds.

The challenge was that the mulch pile was more than 50 yards away from the flower beds. Completely at a loss on how to accomplish the task at hand, one of our parents explained the dilemma to the Blue Lions, who had just finished up their project not far away. Without hesitation, Heather and Paul Domingue and some of their team, came to the rescue.

For more than an hour or two, with tractor in tow, they helped our troop not only move the mulch pile and edge beds, but did whatever it took to complete the project. Furthermore, Glen Douglas cleared debris for hours, removing truckloads of yard scraps for what seemed like forever.

This Brownie Leader is incredibly grateful to the Blue Lions, including Paul and Heather Domingue, Carol Gaudette, Glen Douglas, Joelle Douglas, Taylor Cassidy, Niki Bride, Karen and Andrea Campbell (and Andrea’s friend), as well as several others.

Our muscles were sore that evening, but we all slept soundly, with a renewed sense of pride in our wonderful town and the people who live here.

Susie Baumann

Donna Dumont

Cathy Heinrich

Brownie Troop 155


Missing Jeb

To the editor:

With the wide variety of unsatisfactory legislation coming out of Washington, D.C., these days, from the largest tax increase in history, inadequate veterans funding, a nonbinding resolution not worth the paper it was printed on, to more spinach subsidies than even Popeye could account for, you might find yourself asking this one simple question: What would Jeb Bradley do?

Rick Richardson


Kudos for councilors

To the editor:

Hey, I was wrong about the Manning Street conundrum, and having witnessed the latest council episode, I have to praise Rick Metts.

Metts presented a viable plan for the eventual opening of Manning Street last Tuesday, when he proposed that a traffic study be completed to determine the final configuration of Manning Street once it is completed. This study is desperately needed for the downtown area and Manning Street in particular.

However, Metts’ critical foresight was offset by the continued ravings of Brian Chirichiello, who continually tried to open up the Manning Street discussion to the public, to present yet another petition to the council, who again clambered on the “illegal” road bandwagon, and who persisted in his behavior despite being ruled out of order by a clearly exasperated Chairman Craig W. Bulkley.

And, for once, I had to heartily agree with Chairman Bulkley when he stunned us all by saying that actual management studies might be in order for some our more bloated town departments. He deserves hearty kudos for this astute realization. This process is desperately needed in order to determine the costs of our community services vis a vis the actual services we receive.

This is a tall but necessary task if we are ever to realize the economies promised us after absorbing the East Derry fire precinct, among other fiscal pledges.

Lastly, Janet Fairbanks and the other councilors who voted to save the taxpayers additional monies at the same meeting are to be praised for wringing a bit more relief from the huge increase looming in our tax bills and which will hit us all too soon.

As for the Worthley Road debacle, who can say? Perhaps a petition from its residents should be directed to Mr. Chirichiello, although caveat emptor should rule. The residents knew they were buying on a private road when they closed. And if not, they failed to perform their own due diligence; a problem which is not the taxpayers' responsibility to rectify.

While Derry is said to provide the “gold plate” in service standards, more of its citizens will soon be selling their china and taking out mortgages to remain in their homes to receive these precious indulgences.

John Burtis


A sorry situation at Town Hall

To the editor:

On Thursday, May 17, I went to our Municipal Building (Town Hall) to get my permit so I could hook up to the sewer. I was there a week or so ago to apply for the permit, and went today to get it.

I went into the area that I needed to and walked toward the sewer department. This lady I had no business with came out yelling at me and asked, "Where are you going?"

I responded that I knew where I was going and basically told her it was none of her business. As I got into the sewer department and started talking and joking with the customer service representative Michele Riley asking her if my permit was ready, she, in a very funny manner, said "probably not."

As we were talking and discussing this, her supervisor, Tom Carrier, came in and we were talking about my permit and he said to give him a few minutes and they would take care of it. Both of these people were so nice, and it was a pleasure dealing with them.

As I was talking to Michele Riley about my street and how my property has two different addresses, this very rude man came in and asked her if she was dealing with me or something to that effect. This arrogant man did not even acknowledge the fact that he was interrupting us and treated me as though I was not even there. He then looked at me and said that I was rude to his worker, that all she did was ask where I was going.

My response to him was that I knew where I was going and it didn't concern her, and number two, she wasn't even at her desk when I walked by. Also, she yelled at me in a demeaning tone asking me where I was going.

He then started to berate me about my actions and how when someone new comes into the Town Hall and has to go to the offices upstairs, we have to tell that person. After I shooshed him away, I asked what was that about and I was told by people in the sewer department that a memo came out today that people need to be escorted to where they are going.

I find this very disturbing if it's true. Does this mean we now need either a sergeant at arms in the building or a police detail to escort us hardened citizens around to the area or department we need to go to? Are we going to be fully searched before we are allowed to be let into the building?

I would like to know why this is all of a sudden going on. If it's just internal squabbling, then something needs to be done about it.

I find it sad that I am not allowed to conduct my business in private, that I have to explain myself to someone who is rude and arrogant and to her boss, who treated me like a common criminal.

These two people should either be let go, or should attend some type of anger management training and need to be retrained on how to deal with the public.

It is sad that people have to go past people like these two who were rude and arrogant to me in my Town Hall to get to good hard working people like Tom Carrier and Michele Riley.

Lawrence Varga


Moody a man of integrity

To the editor:

With a strong sense that I speak for many, many more than just myself, I would like to thank Dr. John Moody for serving as our acting town administrator.

For those of us who have a sense of this man’s unquestionable character and integrity, he stepped up to fill that role probably in conflict with personal desires and out of a sense of duty. As is typical of his esteemed track record, his tenure in this role is forged in excellence.

I see a man among men who, through his dedicated community involvement, service, undying positive energy, professionalism and leadership, has earned my utmost respect and, indeed, admiration.

Undoubtedly a statesman, perhaps Moody's drive will not allow him to simply vanish from community involvement, but as he re-enters this new chapter, I certainly wish him all the best.

Thank you, sir.

Mark Grabowski


Goodbye to Beau

To the editor:

Beau is gone. Dad loved Beau. Beau would always nuzzle my father's hand and pocket for a cookie. My father would say "Are you taking care of my dog?"

I am not sure, but Beau had grown deaf. I was gesturing him with sign language to get him to come. He did not want to go down the three steps to the ground unless I was there and watching him.

Tonight, we went to the vet and he got a final shot. Monday night I had had him at the vets. The vet mentioned "quality of life" to me. I let the words sink in. The stress of being at the vet knocked him right off his feet. He was able to stand and walk to the car once we got out of the vet's office, but he could not get into my car without help.

Tuesday, I hand fed him scrambled eggs in the morning. He had a better day and he walked on his own down to the brook halfway to Bud's house for a drink. He lay down in the grass on the damp ground and rested by the water. I went down to the brook in my nightgown to get him, and we walked together slowly back up the road to home.

Wednesday, during the night, he threw up and refused all food after that. And he started to stop drinking water too. I offered him hamburger, turkey, tuna fish water, which he loved, and he turned his nose away. I offered him a spoon of yogurt. He would not allow anything into his mouth. I offered him cottage cheese, another one of his favorites, and he refused the cottage cheese.

Thursday, he refused to drink any water. He had a sad expression and seemed to be feeling sick. His muzzle is totally gray now. His weight had gone from 110 pounds to 80 pounds. Even his face is looking bony tonight. I hope I took him through as many days as comfortable as I could. I hope I did not keep him one day longer than I needed to.

I am not sure how many days he had left. It could not have been more than two or three without food or water. How does a person decide the value of a day to a precious soul? If I took him out of this world one day too soon, I hope he and God can forgive me. If I waited too long, I am sorry for any moments of discomfort. I hope he knew I loved him. He was "my boy."

I shared this tonight because Beau is the old dog I spent nights with on my cold porch back in late October of 2006 when the Derry Fire Department would not help me get back in my house. I took a beating from the Fire Department's public relations machine when they claimed that I could have stayed at my brother's house.

Truth is, I have no regrets about staying with Beau that night in the cold and trying to keep both of us warm. I loved that dog. Beau was too old even then to make the trip to my brother's house. I have not known many men as fine as this dog was. Especially not lately. God and my father have Beau now, and I will miss him everyday.

Ann Evans


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