Letters to the Editor
This thank you (below) goes out to all of you in the community that provided a special, caring holiday for everyone at Peace House; to all of you that gave gifts to our families, that dropped off household items, toys, gift cards and more for the families to start a new life after their stay at Peace House, to the businesses that helped in the collection of these gifts, to Brite Nites for adding a holiday glow to the shelter, to Lynda Simmons and her fellow "Elves" of the Women’s Athenaeum for creating a joyous holiday party for all, and to Willie Kimmes who faithfully plows our driveway after every storm. I wish that I could list all of you that gave gifts, time, talent and more. "Faith’s" letter is written to every one of you. Thank you from Peace House.
Best wishes in the new year,
Executive director, Peace House
To the community members who contributed to making the holidays so bright for Peace House families:
My warmest thank you! I would like to give my deepest expression of gratitude from all of the women and children who are associated with our local women’s domestic violence shelter, Peace House. We were the happy recipients of the most beautiful, new, fun, quality, Christmas gifts. They came in a spirit of giving, abundance and joyful color that is uncommon!
My name is "Faith," a former resident of the Peace House. Words cannot express what a new beginning has meant to me and mine; I am one of hundreds. Please know we felt the love and the caring on that day.
You honored us so highly, valued us so dearly. As for me, I wear my beautiful winter jacket, with matching gloves and scarf, like a daughter who is loved.
With a thankful heart, full of hope,
On behalf of the women and children of Peace House,
If NYC can handle dog poop, we can too
Back in the ’70s NYC had a dog poop problem. Irresponsible owners treated the sidewalks as an open-air toilet for dogs. But, the NYC pooper-scooper law fixed that problem a decade or more ago.
We live here for part of each year and value the trail system. So, why do locals allow their dogs to drop their "treats" where we, and they, ski, walk and run? How about some of us forming a community group to gently and politely cure this problem in 2009?
Emerald Isle, N.C.
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Somewhere about the 35-foot level of the Flagstaff Mine, and moments after he called his friends above for light, the old ladder Paul Parmalee was descending gave way with a crash, and he plunged into the darkness to his death.