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Starring Eli Stein as Albert Peterson, Bella Rosado as Rosie Alvarez, Audrey Levenson as Mrs. Mae Peterson, Jeremy Tam as Conrad Birdie, Kady Finegan as Kim MaCafee, and Greg MacFarland as Hugo Peabody, the Pelham Middle School perfor-mances of “Bye Bye Birdie” were a tremendous success.

All weekend long (Feb. 1-3), audiences were delighted by familiar songs, well-choreographed dancing, and fits of laughter. Songs performed in the Young Per-former’s edition of the hit musical included, “An English Teacher,” “The Telephone Hour,” “How Lovely to Be a Woman,” “We Love You Conrad,” “Put on a Happy Face,” “A Healthy, Normal, American Boy,” “One Boy,” “Honestly Sincere,” “Hymn For A Sunday Evening,” “One Last Kiss,” “What Did I Ever See In Him?” “A Lot of Livin’ To Do,” “Kids,” “Reprise: An English Teacher.”

The Pelham Middle School production of “Bye Bye Birdie” was directed by Mr. Thomas Beck with assistance from Ms. Arshia Panicker. Mr. George Croom directed the music and choreography was done by Mr. Jesse Pellegrino. Producers were Ms. Jeannette Connolly and Mr. Neil Schleifer.

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Richard J. Davidian Joins WVNS Group Board

The Board of Directors of the Westchester Visiting Nurse Services Group, Inc. (WVNS Group), the parent organization of VNS Westchester, West-chester Care at Home and the VNSW Foundation, Inc., announced new appointments to its govern-ing Board, including Pelham resident and commu-nity volunteer, Richard J. Davidian.

Davidian has had a distinguished career as a senior-level marketing executive for over 40 years, including leadership positions at Bristol Myers Squibb and Colgate Palmolive. He subsequently left the industry and went on to serve as Partner at a global consulting firm.

Davidian brings to the agency extensive expe-rience in strategic marketing, sales and customer service across the healthcare, financial services, technology and communications industries. He has published articles in leading business jour-nals and was a guest lecturer at Harvard Business School, as well as at the educational centers at Ac-centure, GE and IBM.

Now retired, Davidian continues to be active in community service at organizations including the Pelham Civic Association, where he created a successful “Help a Child, Change a Life” student development initiative and was recently honored as Person of the Year. Davidian holds a Bachelor’s in Science in Electrical Engineering with honors, an MBA in Marketing and an advanced degree in Finance from New York University.

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BY STEPHEN E. LIPKEN

Despite an evening of harsh weather, the Village of Pelham Board of Trustees meeting was held on February 12.

Attorney/Partner Seth Mandelbaum of McCullough, Goldberger and Staudt, LLP, requested a 120-day extension to obtain a Building Permit for 101 Wolfs Lane because the developer, MatriArch Realty received a $1 million-dollar grant from Mid-Hudson Re-gional Economic Development Council for their building’s NYSERDA Zero Energy Design, meaning plans have to be rede-signed on the inside.

Volpe called for a Resolu-tion at the next meeting.

Next, Associate Taylor Palmer of Cuddy and Feder LLP, appearing on behalf of Ruben Guerro, Founder and

Principal, Momentum Realty Acquisitions with principal/architect Ray Beeler of Gallin Beeler Design Studio, to seek approval for construction of a 6-story, mixed-use building on 139 Fifth Avenue in the Busi-ness District Floating Zone (BDFZ) with 35 units; 80% age-restricted (28 units), 55 years and older along with re-tail on the first floor.

Plans will be submitted to the Planning Board, Zoning Board of Appeals and Architec-tural Review Board.

Partner David Cooper of Zarin and Steinmetz, present-ed plans for 163 Wolfs Lane, owned by Concrete Ventures for a mixed-use project of 1400 square feet ground floor re-tail and 28 apartments above, replacing an “eyesore gas sta-tion.”

“Since our last appear-ance before the Board, we met

with representatives from The Picture House next door,” Concrete Ventures President Vivian Lee stated. “Within the last month both sides have mu-tually decided to not pursue the conversation about collab-orating.”

Beeler noted that they are providing a full level of be-low-grade parking, accessed by two car elevators. Garage level has been moved from Wolfs Lane to the north side of the building, accessible by a drive-way.

Overall count is 13 one-bedroom units and 12 two-bedroom units with three 2.5-bedroom units and 1 one-bedroom unit on the Pent-house Level with private ter-races and a common terrace for the rest of the tenants.

Volpe recommended re-ferral to legal counsel, then returning to the Board.

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Parkland Parents thank Senator Biaggi and Majority for Sweeping Anti-Gun Violence Legislation To Protect New Yorkers

State Senator Alessan-dra Biaggi (D-Bronx/West-chester) and the Democratic Senate Majority passed ma-jor legislation this week to combat gun violence. The Bronx makes up most of the Senator’s district, and has the second-highest rate of homi-cides caused by firearms in New York State.

“If thousands of people, including children and young adults, were dying year after year from some disease, we would spare no expense to find a cure. But for gun violence we are told there is no cure, except more guns. That is literally in-sane. Well, no more here in New York. Today we are passing sensible rules to ensure that people who should not have a gun, will not have a gun. Only trained safety officers should have guns in schools. We reject the idea that our societal goal should be an armed teacher in every classroom. Our goal has to be a day when we no longer need armed safety officers in our schools because there are no more school shootings. Our actions today won’t get us all the way there. But they are a step in the right direction,” said Biaggi.

Linda Biegel Schulman and her husband Michael Schulman thanked the Senate outside the chambers on Tuesday. Since their son died in the mass shooting at Stoneman Douglas High School in February 2018, they have been been campaigning for gun reform nationally.

“In times of great sadness, it’s the strength and solidarity of those suffering that has the power to transform tragedy into great progress. The importance of sharing these historic bills with the Biegel-Schulman family, whose son Scott tragically lost his life in the Parkland shooting, is what this work is all about,” said Biaggi.

The historic legislation passed by the Senate Democratic includes:· Extreme Risk Protection Orders: S.2451 allows law enforcement officials, family and household

members, and certain school officials to seek a court order requiring a person likely to harm themselves or others to relinquish any firearms in their possession. Too often guns are used in domestic violence situations. This law would make it possible to take guns away from anyone threatening domestic violence.

· Effective Background Check Act: S.2374, establishes an extension of up to thirty calendar days for national instant background checks. This will make it less likely that someone can buy a gun before the background check is completed.

· Bump Stock Ban: S.2448, prohibits the possession of the “bump stock,” which turns a gun into an automatic weapon.

· Preventing School Districts from Allowing Teachers to be Armed: S.101A, prevents K-12 schools from authorizing anyone other than a security officer, school resource officer, or law enforcement officer to carry a firearm on school grounds. This prevents the proposal pushed by some that the solution is to give teachers guns.

· Gun Buy-Backs: S.2449, directs the State Police to devise regulations for gun buyback programs so that all buyback programs across the state are operated consistently with uniform best practices. Gun buyback programs reduce the number of guns in circulation.

· Out of State Mental Health Records: S.2438, will require out-of-state applicants for gun permits to allow New York permitting authorities to review out-of-state mental health records.

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Catholic Institute of the Food Industry Donates toCalvary Hospital & Catholic Family Network:Dennis Berberich Installed as President

BY JOE NUNZIATA

They say that volunteers don’t necessarily have the time … but they certainly have the heart. Well since 1946, an orga-nization known as the Catholic Institute of the Food Industry (CIFI) and its busy members have been volunteering for ex-emplary causes that continue to make a considerable impact on society. On February 9th they held their annual Instal-lation Gala and Dinner-Dance Fundraiser that included the second consecutive induction of its President, Westchester resident Dennis Berberich, Jr., and continuance of their lega-cy to make a difference as they presented two donations to Calvary Hospital and the Cath-olic Family Network.

According to President Berberich, “We have seen first-hand the difference Calvary Hospital and the Catholic Fam-ily Network make. We are ex-tremely proud to assist these tremendous organizations in their efforts to provide count-less individuals and families with an enhanced quality of life.”

For more than a quarter of a century the CIFI has been a stakeholder in Calvary Hos-pital - the world leader in pro-viding end of life palliative care to adult patients - and its many programs of its unique hos-pice “Calvary Care”… such as a unique Family Care Center…an expanded Bereavement Pro-gram…and a variety of art and music therapeutic programs that are not covered by insur-ance. These very components make Calvary so special.

The Catholic Family Network (formerly known as Telecare) provides more than 14 million viewers with tv tele-casts of Catholic Masses, proj-ects and other ventures that bring the Catholic Church into the homes of those who are un-able to attend in person. It con-tinues to provide a strong spir-itual link – and dedicated spirit of faith and love – between the individuals and families and the Church.

Being installed once again as the CIFI President, Ber-berich is known as a business and civic leader, and humani-tarian. He follows in the foot-steps of his late father, Dennis

Sr., who was past President of the C.I.F.I., tirelessly working to raise money for the organi-zation and its beneficiaries. A beverage industry executive with over three decades of ex-perience in the business, he spearheads his own consulting company - DMB Consulting.

He volunteers for many charitable causes, including working closely with Calvary Hos-pital, being Co-Chair of Calvary’s Annual Golf and Tennis Fundrais-er in his father’s memory; he is an active member of the Larchmont chapter of the Knights of Colum-bus; and partici-pates in Pelham Civic Association’s Needy Cases Pro-gram for individu-al and families in need. The Install-ing Officer of the Installation was James Sclafani of Tomra of North America. The Event Chairman was Christopher Guzman, of Alpha 1 Linda & Dennis Berberich, President & CEO, DMB Consulting; current and two-time CIFI

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Commissioner Norwood E. Jackson – A Criminal Justice Trailblazer

With February recognized nationally as Black History Month, it is important to honor one of West-chester County’s groundbreaking criminal justice lead-ers: Correction Commissioner Norwood E. Jackson.

Commissioner Jackson was born in August of 1934 and was a native of Washington D.C. While in col-lege at Central State University in Ohio, he obtained his bachelor’s degree, excelled at football and was a cham-pion at discus and shot-put.

After briefly playing for the Cleveland Browns, Jackson served fifteen years of active duty with the United States Army, including as an airborne ranger. While stationed in West Germany as its Area Provost Marshal, he was commanding officer for over 50,000 soldiers and 20,000 dependents. During his tour of duty during the Vietnam War, he was awarded the Le-gion of Merit, one of the highest military honors for outstanding service. Receiving multiple other awards, including the Meritorious Service Medal, he retired from the Army with the rank of Lieutenant Colonel af-ter 35 years of active and reserve service.

Jackson began his career with the Westchester County Department of Correction in December of 1972, as a cross-complex security warden. In April of 1989, he was appointed Commissioner of Correction, the first African-American to assume the leadership of a Westchester County criminal justice agency.

While Commissioner, Jackson was an active governing board member of both the Salvation Army and the American Jail Association. A progressive leader who saw the value of inmate recovery and reentry programs, ‘Big Jack’ strived to enhance the quality of life for staff and offenders through enhanced mental health services and educational opportunities. He was instrumental in Westches-ter’s efforts to address overcrowding by calling for the construction of the Department’s new-gener-ation jail, which opened in 1992.

In 1995, Commissioner Jackson passed away while still in service. An imposing man with an even bigger impact, Commissioner Jackson was buried with full military honors at Arlington Na-tional Cemetery and is survived by his wife Brenda. To this day, our correctional facility still bears his name.

Pelham Eighth Graders Participate in Mock Trial

Pelham eighth graders recently tried and deliberated a case at the Pelham Court House with the Honorable Judge John Gardner presiding. The mock trial, in which students served as prosecutors, defense attorneys, jurors, witnesses and clerks, considered a complex DUI case and augmented the students’ study of the legal system.

Before the trial began, students were given the opportunity to see the Town Court’s holding cell, try on handcuffs and ask questions of the Town Constables.

After both sides of the case were heard, the jury was brought out to deliberate. During that time, Judge Gardner answered students’ questions about the court system and his experience as a prosecutor, defense attorney, and judge.

While approximately half of the eighth graders participated in the mock trial, the other half went to The Picture House for a screening of “Inherit the Wind,” a 1960 film based on a real trial of a science teacher. Later this month, the students who attended the screening will participate in the mock trial and vise versa.

Stories sprung to life on Friday, Feb. 1 as the Pelham Public Schools enthusiasti-cally celebrated World Read Aloud Day with a variety of guest readers who shared their favorite books with ele-mentary school students.

World Read Aloud Day was started by LitWorld in 2010 to draw attention to the benefits of reading frequent-ly, such as understanding and empathizing with oth-ers, as well as understand-ing a variety of perspectives. Importantly, reading aloud helps children develop liter-acy, grammar skills and word mastery.

Guest readers included principals, teachers, admin-istrators, community mem-bers and authors who read to students, asked questions about the books, and shared why they chose the book they wanted to read.

At Prospect Hill, stu-dents in the STEAM club helped build a reading bench out of old donated books. Some of the many quest speakers included Judge John De Chiaro and Detective Jason Carroll, who read “Of-ficer Buckle and Gloria,” by Peggy Rathmann.

Several members of the Pelham Public Schools ad-ministrative team visited the schools to read some of their favorites. For example, Dr. Maria Thompson, director of humanities read “Punctu-ation Takes a Vacation,” by Robin Pulver and Dr. Cheryl Champ, superintendent of schools, read “What Do You Do With an Idea,” by Kobi Ya-mada. Other readers includ-ed Dr. Tom Callahan, director of math and science, John Se-balos, director of technology, Dr. Steven Garcia, assistant superintendent for curricu-

lum, instruction and person-nel, and Dr. Lauren Ribeiro, special education supervisor K-5.

At Hutchinson, students were read to by PMHS stu-dent and science honor soci-ety member Justin O’Beirne. Teacher Maureen Morrissey also arranged for a variety of guest authors to read their books via skype. These au-thors included Lauren Mag-aziner, E. D. Baker, Jonathan Rosen, Jacob Sager Wein-stein, Jean Elster, Dee Romi-to, Merrill Wyatt, Dana Mid-dleton, Jackie Yeager, Sarah McGuire.

The festivities also hap-pened at Pelham Middle School with teachers and stu-dents reading aloud during science and social studies classes.

See page 15 for a con-tinued article on World Read Aloud Day. Dr. Cheryl Champ, superintendent of schools reads to students in the Colonial School library.

Guest readers delight students at World Read Aloud Day

SAVE THE DATE: BluePath Service Dogs 3rd Annual Walkathon: Sat-urday, May 18, 2019 - Join us on the path to unlocking life’s potential for children and families touched by autism. The Walkathon will raise funds in support of the non-profit’s mission to provide autism service dogs, offering safety, companionship and opportunities for inde-pendence. Food, games and fun. Friendly dogs welcome. 10:00am - 2:00pm. For more information or to register, visit www.bluepathser-vicedogs.org, call 845.377.0477, or email info@bluepathservicedogs.org. FDR State Park, 2957 Crompond Rd in Yorktown Heights.

St. Paul’s Church National Historic Site, 897 S. Columbus Avenue, Mt. Vernon will hold the following: March 9 from noon to 4pm – 1pm digital presentation for Women’s History Month and discussion with Professor Lisa Keller of SUNY Purchase, 2:30pm performance of The Victory Garden Plays by Tara Meddaugh; and March 22 at 3pm – Jazz selections featuring Mark Morganelli on flugehorn and percussion with Eddie Monteiro, Midi-Accordion and Vocals. Visit nps.gov/sapa for additional information.

La Gravinese Pelham, 99 Fifth Avenue, is looking for the first baby born in 2019 in Pelham. They conduct an annual search and present a spe-cial gift to celebrate the birth. If you believe your baby is the first born in Pelham for 2019, call 914-738-0263.

SAVE THE DATE: April 10 at 12:30pm, Pelham Women’s Club Presi-dent’s Luncheon at the Davenport Club with entertainment. Call 563-9901 to learn more.

FEBRUARY15At 7pm, The Purchase Symphony and Jazz Orchestra will celebrate Black History Month with a concert in the Performing Arts Center, Re-cital Hall, 735 Anderson Hill Road, Purchase. For details and tickets, visit purchase.edu/music

MARCH2From 2 to 4pm, the Pelham Art Center, 155 Fifth Avenue presents an Artist Talk -- HyperAccumulators Group Talk featuring reflections by the artists, light refreshments, meet the curators and explore the exhib-it. For more information, visit pelhamartcenter.org

The Junior League of Pelham will host its inaugural Casino for a Cause gala at Pelham Country Club raising money to support community partners such as the New Rochelle Boys & Girls Club of America, My Sister’s Place, CSA of Mt. Vernon and more. This year’s theme is Mardi

Gras, and will feature a live jazz band, New Orleans-themed food, mas-querade competition, and the area’s top casino dealers. The event is open to the community. Tickets can be purchased at www.jlpelham.org/gala

3From 10am to noon, the Junior League of Pelham will hold their Tod-dlers in Science program “Countdown to the Planets,” at the Pelham Art Center, 155 Fifth Avenue, Pelham for 2 to 5 year olds featuring a hands-on trip around the planets, listening to stories, and a hands-on sensory experience. This is a FREE event attendees are asked to regis-ter their child for one of the two sessions: bit.ly/2RBwUWI. This is NOT a drop off event.

From 3 to 4pm, United Hebrew of New Rochelle, 391 Pelham Road will hold an Opening Reception for the opening of their Centennial Art Exhibition, United for You, a photographic display, highlighting United Hebrew residents, their families and staff by Enid Alvarez. Light refreshments served. RSVP by calling 632-2804 or email lforman@uhgc.org

5Cognitive and Behavioral Consultants (CBC), a Westchester and Manhattan-based leading clinical and wellness center, and Fusion Westchester are joining forces to present a special screening of LIKE, a documentary exploring the impact of social media on our lives. The event, which is free, will be held on from 6-8 p.m. at Cognitive Behav-ioral Consultants, 1 North Broadway, Suite 704, in White Plains. Re-freshments will be served at 6, with the screening set to start at 6:30, followed by a panel Q&A session led by CBC co-founders Dr. Lata McGinn and Dr. Alec Miller. To attend this special screening, send an email to Director of Admissions for Fusion Westchester, Elizabeth So-rensen, at esorensen@fusionacademy.com.

21At 12:30pm, the Pelham Women’s Club present a guest speaker, Eva Roszkowsi, Community Management Manager for the Alzheimer’s Or-ganization of Hudson Valley. Her topic will be Healthy Living for Brain and Body at the Daronco Town House, 20 Fifth Avenue, Pelham. All members and guests are invited. Call 563-9901 with questions.

24The New Rochelle Opera will open their 2019 Season with an Operatic Love Fest at The Castle at College of New Rochelle featuring romantic pieces from operas, operettas and Broadway shows with a dessert re-ception. Visit nropera.org for complete details.

february/march calendarUPCOMING The Picture House Regional Film Center (TPH) will be offering an inter-active film camp, Fresh Eyes on Film: Kids Critique the Movies, during the February break from school, Tuesday, February 19th through Fri-day, February 22nd for students in grades K-5. For more information or to register visit http://thepicturehouse.org/education/camp/, email education@thepicturehouse.org or call (914) 738-3161.

The Clay Art Center, 40 Beech Street, Port Chester, presents Family Wheel Nights for ages 9-99 , from 6-8pm on February 23, March 30 and April 27. Register at 937-2047.

Hilltop Hanover Farm, 1271 Hanover Street, Yorktown Heights will be celebrating the New York State Maple Fest Weekends on March 23, 24, 30 and 31 with Pancake Breakfasts featuring local maple syrup produced at White Oak Farm along with bacon and sausage produced at Hemlock Hill Farm. Visit the farm stand, nature trails and play with dwarf goats. After breakfast, visitors can drive to White Oak Farm, 680 Croton Lake Road, Yorktown Heights for a demo on how tree sap is turned into maple syrup. Visit Hemlock Hill Farm at 500 Croton Ave-nue, Cortlandt Manor, a family owned and operated farm selling hor-mone and antibiotic free food year round. Tickets can be purchased at www.hilltophanoverfarm.org/events. The cost is $10 for adults and $8 for children. Children under 3-years-old are free.

Sarah Lawrence College will offer the following events: February 19 at 1:30pm -- “Visual and Studio Arts Lecture by Ajay Kurian”. Free. Heim-bold Visual Arts Center’s Room 208, 917 Kimball Avenue; February 20 at 6pm -- “The Edge of Alchemy: Animator Stacy Steers,” will feature animator Stacy Steers presenting four short animated films from across 20 years of filmmaking. Free. Titsworth Marjorie Leff Miller ’53 Lecture Hall,1 Mead Way; February 21 at 6pm -- “Set the World on Fire: Black Nationalist Women and the Global Struggle for Freedom,” reframes the Great Depression, World War II, and the early Cold War as signifi-cant eras of black nationalist—and particularly, black nationalist wom-en’s—ferment. Free. Slonim House Living Room, 911 Kimball Avenue; and February 25 at 7:15pm -- “Designer Babies” (You Say That Like it’s a Bad Thing,” contemplates the effect of IVF and preimplantation testing on those who use it, and on those who don’t. Are these the “de-signer babies” we’ve been worrying about? Free. Heimbold Visual Arts Center’s Room 208, 917 Kimball Avenue. For additional information, call (914) 395-2412. www.sarahlawrence.edu

Winter Break Camp will take place at the Pelham Art Center, 155 Fifth Avenue from February 19-22 offering a range of art activities, includ-ing Art Camp, Printmaking and Photography for Animation. Visit pel-hamartcenter.org for complete details.

From 1:30 to 3:30pm, the Pelham Art Center, 155 Fifth Ave-nue, Pelham will hold a Brazilian Carnival featuring a perfor-mance and mask making workshop. See colorful costumes and exuberant dancing to samba music along with a mask making workshop for everyone. This event is free and open to all. Visit pelhamartcenter.org for details.

march 10From 10am to 1pm, Pelham Girl Scout Troop #1662, the Village of Pelham Police De-partment and the Empathy Towards All Project will hold their 2nd Annual Commu-nity Volleyball Tournament at the Pelham Middle School Gymnasium, 28 Franklin Place. To register a team or learn more, email empathytowardsall@gmail.com. Visit empathytowardsall.com. All proceeds will go to purchase food and refresh-ments for the players and spectators.

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Art$WChallenge Grant Program Recipients AnnouncedWe s t c h e s t e r

County Executive George Latimer and the Westchester County Board of Leg-islators joined with ArtsWestchester, to announce 45 West-chester arts organi-zations who are the recipients of match-ing funds from the A r t $ WC h a l l e n g e grant program. This matching grant pro-gram, made possible with $200,000 of Westchester County support, provides much-needed fund-ing for arts and cul-ture in Westchester County.

In total, the 45 arts or-ganizations raised $526,158 in new private funds through the 2018 Art$WChallenge program. Together with the matching County funds, the program successfully lever-aged a total of $726,158 for arts

and culture in Westchester.County Executive George

Latimer said: “The Art$WChal-lenge program administered by ArtsWestchester is a power-ful example of a forward-think-ing public/private partnership that pays dividends for the

economy. Since the incep-tion of the Art$WChallenge in 2007, a total of $5,467,804 in private and public monies have been raised and invested in Westchester County’s cultur-al industry. This investment makes good sense when you

consider that on an annual ba-sis, arts and culture add $172.3 million in total economic activ-ity to Westchester.”

Chairman of the Board of Legislators Ben Boykin said: “Dance, music, theater and the visual arts are essential to our quality of life, so I’m pleased that the Administration, the Board of Legislators and ArtsWestches-ter are continuing this matching grant program. Through this partnership, we support deserv-ing artists and organizations, improve access to the arts for residents across the County and help ArtsWestchester leverage

County backing to obtain addi-tional private funding. That’s a win for everybody. Congratula-tions to all the wonderful grant recipients this year.”

Janet T. Langsam, CEO of ArtsWestchester said: “On behalf of ArtsWestchester, I would like to thank Westches-ter County and the Board of Legislators for spearheading a program that over twelve years has raised more than $3.6 Mil-lion in private funding for the arts community.”

The following local arts organizations were award-ed matching grants as listed

through ArtsWestchester’s 2018 Art$WChallenge pro-gram: Clay Art Center, $5,000; Lyndhurst, A National Trust Historic Site, $5,000; Mama-roneck Artists Guild, $4,915; New Rochelle Council for the Arts, $5,000; New Rochelle Opera, $5,000; Pelham Art Center, $5,000; Picture House Regional Film Center, $5,000; Songcatchers, $5,000; The Symphony of Westchester, $870 and Westchester Phil-harmonic, $4,875

For more information about ArtsWestchester, visit artswestchester.org.

McClellan Sotheby’s International Realty – 2018 Awards Pelham’s #1 Real Estate Firm

McClellan Sotheby’s International Realty, listed and sold more homes in 2018 than any other brokerage in Pelham (almost 15% more than their nearest competitor). The firm credits its phenom-enal success to the efforts of their exceptional professional team of 39 agents, many of whom are life long Pelham residents. Jennifer Gilchrist was honored as the top agent at the firm.

“Jen’s clients just love working with her,” commented Sona Davidian. “She is so knowledgeable about all facets of the real estate industry and extremely savvy when it comes to negotiating.”

Seven members of the firm had outstanding performances and were presented the prestigious “President’s Award”, by Sona Davidian, President of the firm. The agents who received “President’s Awards” were Caroline Baccellieri, Laura Clemente, Geri Engstrom, Jennifer Gilchrist, Ellen Hen-nessey, Debbie Meiliken and Mary Quintin. Multi-million dollar awards were given to Betty Buch-er, Colleen Gallivan, Dian Grandefeld, Loretta Illustrato, Rose Madeira, Barbara McCann, Jennifer Meyer, Julia Nelson and Annette Triano. Million dollar awards were given to J.D. Calder, Bill Lawlor, Mary Michailoff, Peggy Nicolson, Mari-Cris O’Neill and Carol Pezone.

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On February 2nd the Girl Scouts held their 2nd Annu-al Derby Race at Pelham Community Church. A total of 53 Girl Scouts participated along with 5 Troop Leaders. The derby would not have been possible, if not for the following individuals that chipped in and made it all happen: William Hopkins (Boy Scout pack 1); Nathan Pereira (Boy Scout pack 4); David Sparano (Boy Scout pack 4); Mark Kindig (Girl Scout troop leader)

Patrick Shiels (Boy Scouts); Alfred Catalanotto; Jen Ashlock (Girl Scout leader); Stephanie Otero (troop leader) and Pelham Community Church. Scouts, troop leaders, parents and friends had a very special day and much fun. Each car was unique and had wonderful artistic flair.

The winners were: 1st place – Sofia, Troop 2369; 2nd place – Zella, Troop 1561; 3rd place – Addison, Troop 2612 (Troop Leader: Tonilynn Catalanotto)

Organizers of the event were AlyssaLynn Catalanotto, Am-bassador Girl Scout Troop 1655 and Tonilynn Catalanotto, Troop Leader.

Girl Scouts Hold 2nd Annual Derby Race

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Creatively inspired literary and arts pieces from the students at Pelham Memorial High School

winter 2019

Caroline Gesky, 10th grade (1), Untitled, 2018

Gabriella Soares, 11th Grade Drawing & Painting, Charcoal and coffee. Title: Scissors

Violet Massie-Vereker, 12th Grade, Cold Was and Oil on Canvas. Title: Katie Sue

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Babina’s CrossesBY DANIELA CHRISTIAN

I’m wearing them right now, these little gold earrings that Babina gave me. They’re great, they really go with every-thing. The only thing is, one of them is a little bent and weird, but otherwise they’re the best. The light catches in all the little crevices of the cross like some-thing else, even though they are so small. I guess they kind of look like your average dime a dozen pair of bronzeish stud ear-rings, but mine are genuine. Or at least that’s what my Babina told me. She was a pretty trustworthy lady, too. I mean she told jokes and horsed around with me all the time, but I never think she lied to me. She was a funny old lady; she always was smiling. That was the really nice thing about her, she was like a little ray of sun-shine for everyone. I know everyone says that about their great grandmothers, but she was the real deal. Always smiling and trying to suppress her quiet giggle, that’s how I remember her. Babina was also not afraid of laughing at herself. It annoys the hell out of me when people are too em-barrassed to laugh at themselves. I mean it’s easy to get angry and ashamed when something unsavory happens to you, but it takes a real nice and confident person

to be able to laugh at themselves.The day I got the earrings is pretty

well imprinted in my brain. It was about an hour into the big Sunday lunch after church when Babina pulled me off to her room downstairs. Mind you this was about two days after I flew into Vienna and we drove to Bratislava, where my mom grew up and all her family lives, so I was still jet lagged as hell and a little out of practice with my Slovak. Anyways, what I remember was following her downstairs from the kitchen holding her arm to help her down the stairs. She always protested when I tried to help her, but this time she smiled. I could tell she was slightly an-noyed, but she begrudgingly linked her arm in mine. I remember her skin being surprisingly soft and smooth, kind of like the skin of a baby. I find that strange, that when you are very young you have really soft skin, and by the time you are really old you have really soft skin again.

Anyways when we finally got to her room, she motioned for me to sit down and reached behind her pillow to grab a little navy box with a pink ribbon. That’s one thing that a whole lot of Slovak peo-ple do, keep important stuff under their pillow. Babina told me that they did that because the communists used to take ev-

erything, and that’s how they used to keep valuables safe and all. I thought that was sad, that she used to live in fear of getting her stuff taken away for no reason. Well, then she handed me this little box and even took the ribbon off for me she was so excited. I remember struggling to dig my nail into the crease in the box to pop it open, and when I finally did, being un-derwhelmed by the gift inside. I feel awful now, but my stupid greedy mind was hop-ing to see a massive pearl or something. Anyways, Babina looked at me all hopeful and happy it almost made me cry. You could really tell how much she loved me and the earrings, which made me feel all undeserving and all. I flipped the box over into my hand and shook the earrings a little so I could see the crosses on them. The studs were as light as two commu-nion crackers, but were also as heavy in significance as the crackers. I stood up to kiss my Babina with a new fierce love for the studs, and her, falling into an shoul-der that I miss now that she’s gone.

Oh yeah, I forgot to tell you too much about how the earrings look. Well, to be honest, it doesn’t really matter what they look like, it more matters what they make me feel like. Confident, really. I don’t re-ally feel like talking about them anymore anyways, it just makes me depressed.

Yellow Reminds Me of YouBY SOFIA CEDENO

~an excerpt~

My whole life I’ve wanted to be just like everyone else. I never asked to be different, I never wanted to be anything other than normal. And for a while, I was. I lived the life of a regular girl for so long that it’s hard to be different.

“Sweetie, are you hungry? I made breakfast,” my mother called from the kitchen. My body stirred in bed, choos-ing to ignore my mother and sit in my everlasting darkness. I wasn’t hungry. The sound of the wooden floors creaking in the hallway made me shudder. I knew it was my mother walking towards my room, but I can never be sure anymore. Three soft knocks echoed throughout my room, causing me to frown. Another reminder of my emptiness. “Chris? Are you up?”

“Go away,” I groaned, pulling the covers over my face so she wouldn’t see me when she came in.

“Jake will be here soon for the in-terview, do you want me to help you get ready?” my mother persisted. She was always trying to lift my spirits.

“It’s not like I can see what I wear now anyways.” The covers were pulled back, filling me with a sudden surge of fear. My mother sensed this and automat-ically pulled me into her arms.

“I didn’t mean to scare you, Chris.” She began to spurt out apologies.

“It’s fine, I just didn’t hear you come

in.” My breath began to return to its nor-mal pattern along with my heartbeat.

“Come on, let’s get you dressed.” My mother took my hand and placed it on her elbow, leading me to the other end of my room.

“I can walk to the closet on my own.” I protested but didn’t refuse the gesture.

“I know that, but this room is such a mess! I don’t want you tripping over something, or…where’s your walking stick?” She suddenly asked. My heart leaped, causing my voice to become lost in my mind. She knows I hate that thing.

“In the closet,” I whispered so quiet-ly that it was almost inaudible. My moth-er sighed instead of giving me another speech on how important it is to have my walking stick at all times.

“Let’s just get you changed.” She continued to lead me to my closet. I walked slowly behind her, gripping onto her elbow as if my life depended on it. “Do you want to wear your red shirt with black pants? Or maybe your yellow dress?”

“Yellow dress,” I answered softly. It’s funny, I know that yellow is my favorite color, I know that. I just don’t remember what yellow looks like.

“I love that dress, it looks-” My mother stopped mid-sentence. She al-ways did this, she always acts as if she’s walking on eggshells when she’s with me. Around here, look or see are like curse words.

“Mom, it’s ok.” I reached out to

touch her, but she wasn’t there. It was like she disappeared into thin air, but she was only behind me.

“No! It’s not ok! I’m sorry...I-I just…” My mother’s voice cracked like a record. Soon enough, I could hear her sobs. I imagined tears spilling from her eyes like water rushing down a waterfall.

“Please don’t cry. Please.” I begged, knowing it would only cause the same reaction in me.

“I’m sorry. Here, let me help you change.” My mother sat me down in my chair and began to change me as if I were a doll. I didn’t really need her help, but ever since the accident my mother feels the need to assist me at all times. She made me move back from Charlottesville just to do so.

“Will I have to talk about...every-thing again?” I stupidly asked. Of course I would have to talk about it. It’s the whole reason I’m getting interviewed.

“Yes. Jake came all the way from New York to talk to you. It’s going to be a big news story.” My mother’s voice was almost mute by the time she finished her sentence. This was killing her and I knew it. “If you don’t want to do it...I’ll call. I’ll tell them the whole thing is off and that you don’t feel comfortable talking yet.”

“No. I’m ready. I’m just nervous that’s all.” I rushed out my words. My mother wouldn’t let me talk to anyone after the accident, she didn’t want me to worry about anything.

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Caroline Gesky, 10th Grade (2), Captain, 2018.

Matthew Tiso,11th Grade, Design and Draw, Digital Art. Titie: My City

DistilledBack to the BeachBY ZOE WINBURN

For as long as I can remember, my family has gone to the beach for the summer. An hour or so from our old house in Delaware, Dewey Beach has become my happy place, my safe haven: a place where time stretches to encompass endless boogie board runs and water ice trips and late night runs along the shore line. During the drive down the coast to our beach house that we share with some of our closest family friends, I can already feel myself relax. Once we hit the beachside towns, the smell of the wind changes from expansive grassy pastures to salty water. The calls of seagulls compliment the rolling hush of crashing waves. I feel at peace.

My mom and I have started a shell collection at our house in Dewey. We go on walks up and down the warm sand strip, treading next to where the ocean kisses the land. Under that initial layer of wa-ter is where the ocean gives up its treasures to beach-goers who observe the sand under their feet, where the water is still clear enough that the shells can be admired. Our favorite shells are brought back home, where they go in a bowl in our living room, a reminder of easier days at the water’s edge.

My favorite shell, however, is not one from this bowl. It is not even just one shell. My favorite shell is a novelty gift that one of my closest friends bought me from the boardwalk at Dewey. We discovered that we had both been going to the same beach our whole lives, and it was even possible that him and me had seen each other at some point, but at the time we had been strangers passing by on our way to enjoy another day of sun-soaked happiness. Last summer, we went at different times. I went for the Fourth of July, and he went in early August. To commemorate our shared love for Dewey Beach, a gem unknown to many, he bought me a tiny frog made out of shells. Comprised of three small but durable shells, the figurine is about an inch and a half tall. Its head is painted evergreen, with two googly eyes attached. In between the two shells that make up its head sits a piece of a twig which becomes its tongue. The shells have not been altered from their original states besides one be-ing painted and all three being glued together, so the frog is covered in soft grooves etched in by time. The imperfections of the two head shells make it so the head is an oblong sphere, not perfectly round or symmetrical. The body shell is also just as it was found, so its uneven base gives the frog a bobble head like quality. It is just goofy enough that I had to laugh when he gave it to me upon his arrival home from Dewey, and thoughtful enough that I still smile whenever I glance at it placed on my bed-side table. I glance over to put away a book on the shelf, or to switch off the light, or to reach a water glass, and I am transported back to the beach by the little bedside resident. My toes explore the soft sand, and the sound of the waves lapping the shore slowly lull me to sleep. I feel at peace, for I am home.

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BY CALVIN HOEH

For eight years, I have had the same hat and have worn it almost every single day in the wintertime. My friends still make fun of me for wearing it. They say, “Cal-vin you’ve had that hat since second grade, and it still fits you?” I don’t really care at all though; they won’t ever know how important it is to me. The hat still fits because it was my grandpa’s.

I still remember the day he entrusted it to me. It was a snowy day in Vermont, and

we were all cozied up by the fire inside. Suddenly, he said he had something to give me and got up to retrieve it. He returned with a green fleece hat in his hands, and a slight grin on his face. He explained how the hat was thirty years old, from a Green Bay Packers football playoff game in Wis-consin. He bought it on a twen-ty-two degree day, when he was “freezing his butt off.” As he dropped it into my hands, the light fleece felt feathery in my grasp. It smelled like Christmas: snow-covered ev-ergreen trees, crackling fires,

and fresh cookies. Around Christmas time, his family spent most of the day outside in the forest. A tree’s pine nee-dles always sprinkled on the hat when he fell into a tree, something my grandpa was known for. The many days the hat spent being pushed in the Vermont snow had a lasting effect on it, causing it to smell of the outdoors. After all the sledding and snow forts with the family, the hat would then sit by the roaring fire, adding the scent of smoke to the mix. The fire would warm everyone up, and then they would be

ready for a nice cookie des-sert.

My grandpa would sport the hat in the house as well. So even the smell of cookie dough and chocolate chips made its way into the hat, which can warm the heart. That Christ-mas smell has stayed with the hat over the many years, even though the hat nowa-days looks sort of worn-down. The emerald color of it is very faded, becoming more of a shamrock shade of green. The faded look of the hat shows its almost forty-year-old age. The hat had always been big

on me, even as I have been growing. It still looks like a plump green bubble sitting on my head, merging with me like a parasite. That’s one of the reasons that I don’t wear it so much anymore. Someone once told me that it looked like it was going to eat me. The feeling of putting it on is also very uncomfortable, like ten thousand ants are crawling over your skull. If I have it on for longer than an hour, I get intense feelings to claw at my head because of the itchiness. However, this does not stop me from wearing it to every

Packers game I go to. In a way, the hat traps the noisy and ex-citing sounds of the sport. The fans cheering, the whistles blowing, and the announcer yelling get stuck in the hat. Whenever I put it on, these sounds come rushing to my ears. My grandpa used to tell me the same thing about the hat, that he experienced the same thing. The simple, itchy, fleece hat that he gave to me is still my most valuable posses-sion and is a tangible remind-er of all my positive memories of my grandpa ever since he passed away.

My Packers Hat

BY EMILIE KELLY

The Committee of Inter-nal and External Affairs meets twice a month, knee-deep in the Hudson River, clutching legal pads and paper clips in their sweaty hands. Their monochrome, waterlogged khaki pants stick out of the riv-er like buoys as they stand in a perfect circle on the polluted banks.

Stella had never pictured herself in an office job. She’s often wondered if anyone ever has, if they’ve woken up one day in their early childhood haze and come to excitable terms with their fate as an of-fice worker. Of the four careers she once dreamed of - Inter-stellar Veterinarian, Jungle Enthusiast, Try-Hard, and Gi-raffe - she can’t imagine where “Corporate Employee” would ever begin to enter her periph-eral. Backtracking the trend seems equally useless, trying to separate each of her high-school weeks into singular days, attempting to unblend the soup of her memories. An empty can of sweet corn caresses her shin as it travels downstream.

Wint figured with a name like his, the career options for him would either be “Merry British Ferryman” or “Cog in the Machine.” To decide be-tween them, he made two slips of paper, covered his eyes, picked one, and ended up with the latter.

The meeting continued.“Our rates are going up,”

Lanie Jordan piped up. “That’ll sure be one exciting Christ-mas.”

“The rates! Everyone

wants to talk about the rates! Why can’t we talk about the rates?” Ben Warsaw quipped, waving his hands by his head in urgency like he was either swatting a bee or creating a dance.

“I’m more interested in the progress regarding the Mu-laney case,” came a voice from the deep.

“Going well,” said Stella. “Going well.”

From behind a bend in the river came an older woman lugging a shopping cart. She came to a stop upon seeing the Committee, glancing up from behind a mane of grey-au-burn hair that wore her head. Considering the meeting, she disregarded it and continued to walk, continued to lug the cart. There’s a certain sense of apathy towards social con-ventions one gains when social conventions reject you, spoke the attitude of the woman. Who is more noble, the one who is buried six feet under, or the one who lays down to feel the dirt, or will the only thing that matters is that we are both dead?

Stella felt the water on her khakis. Wint tried to think of any work that he had done in the past week that would constitute mentioning at the meeting. He interjects some-thing about his lovely talk with an employee who felt like the hold music could use an im-provement. It was off-topic, but respectfully so, and Wint faded back into the circle.

With empty promises, the meeting concluded. Ben Warsaw stretched his arms above his head, letting the ten-sion held within hold his body

upright momentarily, back cracking, a fading voice invit-ing the remaining members of the Committee out for a beer as he walked out of the river. It was still cold, still lumpy and clogged in places it shouldn’t be, as if some Impressionist painter had captured it long ago but the strokes of paint had faded into an uncanny re-ality with the passing of time. Yet, as the sunlight through the trees dappled the smooth river stones, barely visible near the bank of the river, there is clari-ty in the present, and there was pollution in the past.

“Stella!” she startled at the voice, dropping a paperclip into the river as she remem-bered her coworkers by the side of the river. She looked over to Wint, shaking his shoe dry of water.

“We’re heading over to Ralph’s for some post-game, pre-wasted jock company and camaraderie. Are you free?”

The moment was gone, following in the footsteps of the numerous other moments similar to it, and certainly not the last thought to be forgotten and remembered as the mind tries to find meaning in its own synapses. “Yeah, sure! I drove here, so I’ll meet you all there.”

Stella maneuvers along the road by the side of the Hud-son, against the current, sight blocked by a chain link fence. Rainwater conglomerated on her windshield as it vainly tried to wipe it off, down to the street. The car drives up a street lined with houses. The car stops at a stoplight.

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BY DALE MARTIN

There was this knobby tree hidden in the miniature forest of my childhood home’s front yard. It was a pathetic little thing with no leaves and a spindly trunk. For some reason, the previous owners had found it fit to deco-rate this tree. Every night for about a year, my dad would take me out after dinner to remove a light from its skinny branches. The bulbs had long burned out, but they shone to me.

I collected these colored shells in a lit-tle wooden box that belonged to my grand-mother. The box is made of smooth oak wood with rhythmic dots and dashes all over it. The lock is faded brass surrounded with dainty carved decals that must have once been flow-ers, but have since been rendered unrecog-nizable. The wood is so smooth that not even the little ridges and scratches from age tarnish its silky texture. The lock creaks a little when it’s opened, as if it’s a tired old man yawning. Inside is a multicolored collection of faded and chipped lightbulbs with little rusted copper screws. To me, they still look like sparkling jeweled treasure. Their dim shades range from em-erald green, to rich dark blue, to pearly white. There are a few ombre lights, one like the early morning sunrise ranging from buttercup yellow to fiery orange, while another contains a soft pink that evolves into a vibrant red. As I feel the cold brass of the lock and run my fingers along the bumpy lid, I am reminded of my childhood. Playing faeries among the tall trees, running from dragons up the steep driveway, riding horses made of sticks through the blustery deserts of Antarctica…

At first, I would hide my treasure box in my little dark hideout in the woods, and use the bulbs as currency for my games. As I got older, I kept my treasure in my red-roofed treehouse where I would write and paint. Looking at the box on my desk, I can see my sister running from me around the birdfeeder my mom kept in the middle of the backyard to feed the cardinals and blue jays. I smell the smoky humidity of the Texas air and watch shadows of birds fly through the sky. Whenever I finger the box and its contents, I am reminded of happier times, when ev-erything seemed possible and magic was everywhere. These lights decorated the home of the faeries that used to live in my life, and they are the most precious things I own.

BY AIDEN LEVY

My name is Aiden in English, and in Hebrew it is . But I only want my English name. The name that makes me normal, not the one that makes me stick out like a sore thumb. The one with the grotesque marks etched across the paper on the wrong side like those British cars that drive on the opposite side of the road.

But Aiden you must not complain my Dad says to me each time I protest going to He-brew School. But Aiden you are Jewish, don’t you see that? My Dad asks me almost disgusted.

No I don’t! I scream back. Why do you force this onto me? Why can’t I just be like the oth-er kids? My father just shakes his head slowly.

You will understand someday that you belong to this community...my Dad trails

off. But I don’t understand. I roll my eyes in naiveté.

I walk into the synagogue shaking in fear about what is to come. It is my Bar Mitzvah day, or the day of “partying” for the Jews, as some ignorant people call it. I have been preparing for months, memorizing prayer after prayer despite not even knowing what I’m actually saying. My Rabbi is there waiting for me, his ginger beard a stark contrast to his all black dressing.

Are you ready? he asks. Yes, I lie. I walk through

the congregation room, slow-ly step onto the beama, or “stand,” and open up my fold-er of multi-colored highlight-ed notes. I stare into the eyes of the congregation in fear. They are all waiting for me to become a “man.” But I think they are all waiting for me to fail. For me to begin singing only to be greeted by a cho-rus of mockery. I begin a few

awkward words, alternating between murmuring and stumbling. Sweat beads begin to form on my hairline. I clear my throat, and this time with more determination begin the first of my prayers. The words come out a bit easier, and the looks of the congregation be-gin to liven. Now I feel more comfortable and confident as my words spill out like honey out of my throat. I ease past the payers and into my D’vara Torah, or personal speech by a new “man.” I hesitate before beginning, glancing across the densely packed room. I see the faces of many people that somehow all know and care about me, even though I might not necessarily know them. I see the encouraging looks, the proud smiles, and best of all, the acceptance that I was now part of the community. I beam widely before I dive into my thoroughly prepared speech.

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A Box of Faeries

Roots of the TreeBY GIOVANNA VITALE

I gingerly took the old, battered scrapbook out of the drawer that it resided in. The cover was as red as an apple plucked straight from a tree, and it was bound with string and wire that poked out at the edges which I narrowly missed getting scratched by. It was about the size of a folder, and brimming with textured pages. I opened the scrapbook, and I could feel in the pictures that covered the wrinkled pages the memories that were captured. My grandmother’s smiling face as she rocked a newborn me to sleep. Friends in pink leotards dancing beside me. The tree in my cousins’ backyard which bore peaches as big as base-balls. The swings at the park where I spent every afternoon. That park I remember as if it were yesterday, with its sand-box that always lingered in my sneakers, or the camel statues that my friends and I never tired of climbing on. But one picture was stuck to the back of a page, like a magnet. I peeled it back, although the sticky, white glue resisted, and found a blurry photo with rough, ripped edg-es, that I took myself as a kin-dergartener. Turning the fray-

ing page, flakes of petals float-ed to the floor. I could feel my mom’s hands as she guided me in saving the magnolia flower. I had gently pressed the silky flower into the page, and taped the browning edges. That magnolia tree blooms every single spring, and the aroma that fills the air because of its blooming petals are as sweet as honey.

Just as my mom encour-aged me to save the magnolia flower, she was the one who had encouraged me to begin a scrapbook in the first place, when I was only six. She had taken me to the general store down the block to run errands, and I wouldn’t take my eye off a bright red notebook on the shelf, which was then shiny and new. She crouched down to my level and said she would buy it for me if I promised to fill it to the brim. I asked what I could fill it with, and she told me anything from maps, to

business cards, doodles, pic-tures, stories, or even petals. I nodded, and carried the red notebook proudly out of the store. But when I left the store, the sunny skies had turned darker, and rain began to cov-er the notebook rapidly. I was so worried that the notebook would be truly ruined, so I tucked it snugly under my puffy coat for the walk home. When I got home, my mom helped me gather stickers and photos to begin the scrapbook as soon as I could. The brimming scrap-book wrinkled with love is a window to everything special to me in that moment and the months to come.

A CollectionBY KATIE D’ANGELO

BreathingI don’t like it here. It’s hot and

crowded and I’m shaking from the cold. I want to leave but I can’t. Someone’s touching my back, I want them to get off of me. I can’t say words, all that comes out is a cry. They’re still touching me, now pushing me away from the pira-nhas.

They’re telling me to breatheBreatheBreathinbreathoutbreathin-

breathoutbreathinbreathoutYou need to take slower

breathsB re a th ei n B re a th e o u t -

BreatheinBreatheoutBreathein-Breatheout. Why can’t I breathe? I’m drowning on dry land. I’m in a whirlpool of my own head.

I see blue and red, blue and red, why do I see blue and red? Why, why, why, why am I like this.

Audrey was wearing blue and red, blue and red. Why is Audrey here? Audrey shouldn’t be here.

Breath, she says, her voice smooth and calm. It’s a front, her eyes, wide. Because of me.

I can’t.Why not?I just can’t.More people are touching

me. There are hands on my face. Not helping, suffocating.

I sit there. Breathing. One in, one out. No shallow breaths, no two in, no one touching me. I am swimming, my head above water, nothing biting my toes.

My Name Is KatieMy name is Katie. I am 15.

My full name is Katherine Emma D’Angelo. I was born on March 1, 2003.

People look at me and they don’t see much. They see my face, which is sometimes red, and had little bumps. They see my eyes. They’re blue, but could be de-scribed as gray. They’re like snow when it’s covered in dirt and start-ing to melt. There’s my hair, which is big and poofy. I’m told it smells very good and is calming. I don’t

know what to say about that. They see Teddy’s sister, as if I’m nothing more than just a freshman’s older sister.

A good girl. That’s what peo-ple see me as. They see the facade I worked so hard to create, but now… What will people do when they see the girl who is made of broken glass. I crumbled into lit-tle pieces, things that’d you have to glue back together and would say it was “fixed”. Nothing that is ever glued back together is “fixed”. Being fixed would be buying a new thing and claiming you fixed the old one. But I am a human, you cannot buy a new human. I do not want to be replaced, but I can’t do much about that. I’m just broken glass. No one keeps broken glass.

They don’t see me drowning, trying to keep my head above wa-ter. They don’t see it.

I’m talking to someone. About this. Because maybe I am more than broken glass or some-one drowning at sea. I am Katie. I am and will always be Katie.Read more at thepelhampost.com

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Edith Wharton: Early Feminist or Watchful Critic?BY ARDEN NEU

~an excerpt~

In her novel, The House of Mirth, Edith Wharton provides a scathing examination of high society socialites’ greatest pit-falls in the game of wealth and power that had become em-blematic of New York society in the early 1900’s. Wharton explores whether one can tran-scend the desire for wealth and resolute societal expectations or face condemnation and eventual devastation. She uses a motif surrounding expensive jewels and shiny objects in or-der to convey the idea that a

women’s position in society is entirely ornamental. Wharton is able to uncover the dark-ness below the ebb and flow of polite society and illuminate what a woman coming of age during this time period would have experienced. Through dialogue and prosaic language Wharton illustrates her views on a woman’s place in society in a time when women were hardly looked at other than as an object to be bought and pam-pered. Her commentary, being ironic and satirical, evokes the sense that Wharton frowned upon those who behaved as her characters did in The House

of Mirth and might find great pleasure in the wave of femi-nism today.

Wharton considered mul-tiple titles for her bestselling novel, the first being A Mo-ment’s Ornament. Wharton’s first title has dual meanings as it relates to the motif of jewels. The novel is narrated by Lily Bart, a beautiful upper class socialite, who is struggling to define herself without the help of a mother or father. Through-out the novel, Lily comes and goes from her friends’ estates during the social season and often stays for lengthy periods of time. However, when she

leaves, a new party sweeps in and her existence is all but for-gotten. Wharton is depicting Lily’s ephemeral place within her group and most impor-tantly her value as a beautiful woman. Like a once-cherished necklace, Lily can be cast off to the depths of a dark drawer when newer, shinier fineries come along. Wharton’s choice of prospective title ties Lily’s futile character with society’s perception of her worth. The phrase to be a moment’s or-nament comes from William Wordsworth’s poem “She was a Phantom of Delight” written in 1804, which reflects a male’s

perspective on feminine beau-ty and a woman’s place in a household as comforting and angelic. Wharton means to il-luminate the pitfalls of being beautiful during this time pe-riod. A beautiful woman was viewed as an object, an orna-ment for the eyes, instead of a human being. Wharton’s even-tual title, The House of Mirth, is taken from the Hebrew Bible. The entire excerpt reads, “The heart of the wise is in the house of mourning; but the heart of fools is in the house of mirth” (Ecclesiastes 7:4). This excerpt illustrates the idea at the heart of the novel, which is that wise

people cherish life with the awareness that death prevails, while fools will live searching for trite moments of happi-ness, disregarding life’s greater endeavors. This also relates to Wharton’s central motif sur-rounding jewelry because the majority of characters in this novel host glamorous parties adorning themselves with fine diamonds and precious stones, focusing on frivolous pursuits in their glittering castles of mirth. Jewels can distract a fool’s eyes from one’s true char-acter and often are worn to add to a woman’s beauty, which is the greatest distraction of all.

Going, Going, GoneBY SOFIA TAHAN

SkyscraperI saw that monster of a ride

every year. The big grey stick with two carts on each end. It spins around while people scream. It leaves people stuck all the way at the top so they can unload the bottom cart. I always said that “I would never ever get on that death trap.” Yet I somehow found myself getting strapped in ready to get spun around one hundred sixty-five feet in the air. It’s not like I don’t know how I got there, because I do remember very clearly. The person who got me on that ride, the only person who could ever get me on that ride… Lauren. That wasn’t the first time either. The summer before she made me get on the big green and white roller coast-er. The summer before that she talked me into getting on the big old wooden roller coaster. May-be like Wildwood itself, Lauren forcing me on rides became a tra-dition. My family has been going to Wildwood, New Jersey ever since we moved to Pelham. We always stay at the same hotel, the Fleur De Lis. We always go to the same diner, Marvin’s Diner. We always go to the same boardwalk, Morey’s Piers. That summer my family and I were at the pool and my dad mentioned that daunting ride we see every year. Lauren said “Fia this year we’re getting on that ride.” I respond with a complete lie, “Yeah let’s do it.” If it were anyone else my response would’ve been “I’ll say some nice words at your funeral.” With Lauren, I could never have her be disappointed in me. That night

we drive to the pier and I try to get myself more excited than nervous, it doesn’t work. The ride’s one hundred sixty-five feet, my pep talks were never going to work. After paying we got online right in front of the ride and I couldn’t force myself to look up. My dad was in shock and so was my mom. Both of them will never get on a ride, even the baby ones. As usual, Lauren let me get the inside seat, I never feel safe on the outside and she knows that. After screaming and laughing we’re seated all the way at the top and it’s not scary at all. We had a beautiful view of the beach and the entire park. If it weren’t for Lauren I never would’ve gotten to see that view. I thanked her for getting me on that ride. She’ll never know that if it wasn’t for her I’d be just like my parents.

Lauren Moves OutIt was finally that day, that

day I had been talking about forever. Every time I was mad at Lauren I would always say “She could go to the University of Mars and it wouldn’t be far enough.” I know I stole that line from a Hil-lary Duff movie but it made sense. We packed the car to the absolute brim and drove the whole hour and a half to Lauren’s new home. We met her roommate who was really nice and named Sophia. After we finished unpacking her room, there was a huge barbeque for the family. We ate and took pictures by the stone balcony thing on campus. It was gorgeous, I could see the Hudson River perfectly and spot houses all the way up in the mountains looking down at the world. My mom took

a picture of Lauren and I in front of the balcony and when I saw it, I laughed. I was taller than Lauren. I was always progressively getting taller than her, but in that picture, the height difference was way more obvious. We went to the ho-tel that night just in case Lauren needed anything the next morn-ing that we could get her and drop off. That’s exactly what happened because the next morning we stopped at Target to get her things that she should’ve never forgotten in the first place. Even when she wasn’t there she was still a pain. We meet her on campus to give her the items and she shows up with all these girls who she calls her friends. I was looking forward to trudging all the way up to her dorm with her to help her carry the plastic cabinets and other various stuff we bought. She said she didn’t need help and carried all her brand new items up to her brand new dorm laughing with her brand new friends. When we got home that night, we changed the seating arrangements so the table would feel less empty. I took Lauren’s seat at the dining room table. She had been sitting in that chair for nine years, and within one night I took her place. I sat down ready to embrace change. That was what I had been waiting for, her to be gone and stop being a nuisance all the time. No more fighting over the TV or bathroom or recliner. I had it all to myself. When I took my new place in her old seat, It felt wrong. I didn’t want no fighting over the bath-room or TV or recliner. Everyone knew it was Lauren’s turn to grow up now that she was eighteen. I didn’t know I had to grow up too.

Home BY ALYSSA PURCEA

In the grassy fields and rolling hills of the Romanian countryside sits the porch of my sec-ond aunt’s house. The splintered wood reveals its age in the dull light of the dying sun. Long gone was the cherry red it used to be.

It’s funny how the more worn and old things get, the more they mean to me. I guess it’s because of how many memories I get to accumulate over time with them. Like how on Adi’s porch, I have many memories surfacing and surrounding it, but no memory will ever be stronger than the night that most of my extended family gathered on the porch, with its creaking floorboards and rugged carpets trying to cover up the naked wood. Regardless of its marred planks, my second cous-ins, aunts, uncles, grandfathers, and people I’ve never met rounded the three-legged coffee table that Adi had owned for years. It didn’t matter, for we didn’t seek comfort in the rugs on the porch, but in the laughter that rang over the singing of the crickets in the garden.

The night had lifted itself and the only thing keeping us from going blind in the dark was the blazing lantern next to the house’s door. It served as beacon of sorts. Adi’s porch was a place for our family, where thousands of stories tied together; where we would always be welcomed with open arms and the smell of fresh grass. But the smell of the Romanian farmland would soon be overpowered by the aroma of fried dough and we gathered around Adi like bees. Adi always made the best food, we knew that. Her plăcinte were famous, with all the thick sour cream and salty slănina that only she knew how to cook to perfection. The grease would coat our tongues and be washed down with the cool taste of the sour cream as we’d take a pause from telling our anecdotes. We didn’t need words to express how grateful we were to finally be together again.

I guess I never realized how precious that place is to me. The people and the memories will always be a prominent part of me, but whenever I see the beat up porch with the torn rugs and bat-tered coffee table, my heart becomes tight in my chest with overwhelming love. The garden is always blooming in its myriad of colors, serving to compliment the fading red. But past its appearances, it is the only place that when I look upon it, I can call it home.

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PMHS Recent Athlete of the Week

Senior Connor Evans was named PMHS Athlete of the Week. Evans, a captain and defenseman on the ice hockey team, has dominated on defense and worked to create offensive opportunities for his teammates all season long.

At the February 13 Board of Education meeting, Sean Llewellyn was named probationary as-sistant principal of Pelham Middle School. Mr. Llewellyn had been serving in the role as an interim since the spring. Below is the letter from the Superintendent to the community:

Dear Pelham Parents and Community Members,At the end of last school year, as a result of the promotion of Ms. Lynn Sabia to Principal, we had

a late opening for an Assistant Principal at PMS. I was extremely pleased that Mr. Sean Llewellyn was interested and willing to step into the role as interim assistant principal on very short notice. I was glad to recommend him for this role given his long career in Pelham, excellent leadership and communication skills, and command of the International Baccalaureate program, which made him a natural fit for the position.

Over the past several months, I have been extremely impressed by the exceptional partnership he and Ms. Sabia have forged and the positive impact they have made on our middle school students and staff. With that said, I am once again pleased to recommend to the Board of Education, that Mr. Llewellyn’s interim title be removed and that he be officially named as the probationary assistant principal of Pelham Middle School.

I believe that in the years to come, Ms. Sabia and Mr. Llewellyn will continue to lead PMS in the right direction, and will continue to build upon the strong tradition of teaching and learning that is already a core pillar of our middle school.

Sean Llewellyn Named Probationary Assistant Principal of Middle School

Left to right: Dr. Cheryl Champ, superintendent of schools, Sean Llewellyn, assistant principal of Pelham Middle School, and Lynn Sabia, principal of Pelham Middle School.

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World Read Aloud Day!SUBMITTED BY 5TH GRADERS MIA RITOSSA AND MACKENZIE PETERSON

Friday February 1, 2019 Prospect Hill was buzzing with excitement when the Grand Hallway as well as many classrooms geared up for World Read Aloud Day. Why do people take a day to celebrate reading? LitWorld founded World Read Aloud Day because reading aloud is “a powerful and transfor-mative” act. Every February classrooms, and school dis-tricts all around the world celebrate reading in cre-ative and exciting ways to bring awareness to literacy.

The fifth graders at Prospect Hill School were read to by Judge John De-Chiaro on World Read Aloud Day. There was a question and answer fol-low up during which time the students asked many insightful questions about Judge DeChiaro’s favorite book as a child, the type of reading and writing he does in his role as a judge, favorite genres as an adult, and what led him into a career in law. One year the Judge successfully pushed himself as a reader. He was determined to break Babe Ruth’s homerun record by reading as many books as he hit home runs-sixty!

Other guest readers included: Dr. Champ,Dr. Garcia, our very own Mrs. Carr and her son Hud-son, Dr. Thompson, Dr. Callahan, Dr. Ribeiro, Mr. Sebalos, Chief Carpenter, Detective Carroll, Offi-cer Paul, Officer Kieran, Mrs. Rondina and Mrs. Garcia. A real treat was when kids read to teachers and faculty!

World Read Aloud Day isn’t just about reading! Before World Read Aloud Day students in 4th and 5th grade were given a STEAM challenge to design and build a bench out of old, donated books. The first thing they did was plan out a design. Once they got all the measurements, They split up into groups. Each group had its own part of the bench to work on. Once every group finished their part of the bench they assembled the bench together to make a beautiful bench of books.

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Detective Carroll, and Officers Paul and Kieran from the Pelham Manor Police Department read to Prospect Hill students.

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