When I had just graduated from high school, my family moved to Grand Island, New York. It was not a community that I would have chosen to live in. I wondered if any people lived here. I saw garage doors opening, cars drive in, and garage doors closing. I did not see people walking down the street or riding bicycles or doing much of anything. I had no friends and felt hopelessly alone.
Over the years, my feelings about my community changed as I made friends and became involved in local activities. I joined the historical society and the community chorus. I found a church to attend. I obtained my freelance job for the Island Dispatch. My feelings also changed because I saw human beings outside and active. I saw people walking dogs, jogging, riding their bicycles, and taking walks. I began to feel that I was actually part of a community, as opposed to living in a "bedroom community," where people simply worked elsewhere and lived without interacting with their neighbors.
|Large quantities of trash were picked up|
in the two-hour cleanup.
|Neil Gallagher serves barbecued|
pork to the volunteers.
After the litter pick-up, Neil Gallagher of Too Sauced to Pork served barbecue to all of the volunteers. Neil Gallagher is someone who is very focused on community service.
|Visiting with friends|
|Town Supervisor Nathan McMurray|
and Town Board member
Beverly Kinney enjoy the day.
|Microgreens add flavor|
and texture to salads, omelets, and
We stopped at a marina and then we went to the farmers market, being held at Tom Thompson's farm.
|You may pet me.|
|For your garden|
|Sheila made this to help prevent tick attacks.|
One of the popular
flavor was the
french toast cupcake,
complete with bacon.
The Grand Island farmers market brings people out and creates a sense of community for all, farmers and customers alike.