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Letters to the Editor: September 24, 2008
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Sep 24, 2008 - 9:33:39 AM

Where are the Supervisors Voted in for Change?

To the Editor:

This response is in regards to Dickie King’s letter to the editor on September 10 regarding the approval of Roseland. First, I would like to commend Marleen Durfee for taking the stand to vote against this development. The voters asked for change during the November election, and she is the only rep who has supported those voters. Also, Mr. King has no right to talk about grandstanding performances at BOS meetings. Need I remind him of his grandstanding the night the Branner Station development was supposedly approved? It was so obvious in that meeting that he and his cronies had one thing in common, and that was to push Branner Station before he left office.

In his letter he mentions that “these supervisors just happen to represent the majority of Chesterfield citizens.” Where is the data to prove this? It can’t be that true – look what happened in the election process. I think the citizens did speak out against this massive growth issue that is causing problems for existing citizens with school issues, road problems, lower quality of living, etc., etc. with the election of these new board members. Now I think the other current board members need to start reading some of the letters to the editor sent in to all the newspapers and start listening to their community members or they will find themselves voted out in the next election. Happy retirement, Mr. King; we don’t miss you.

F. Wargofcak

Supervisors Cannot Violate the Law

To the Editor:

In response to Mrs. Eanes’ letter to the editor in the Village News’ September 17 issue titled “Board Breaks Promises,” I believe her to be accurate in her assumptions.  However, most elected bodies are, somewhat, handicapped by numerous factors, of which the law is but one.

Not to impugn anyone’s character, but in reference to statements about Mr. Holland’s debate with Kelly Miller: Miller would never support a moratorium on growth if it violated the law; however, he may work to change the law. Mr. Miller is an honest, astute attorney and knew full well that the law would not permit a moratorium on growth. Mr. Holland, perhaps a good man, on the other hand, told the citizens what they wanted to hear or what he didn’t know.  He was elected!
 
R.M.”Dickie” King, Jr.

Local Talent at Swift Creek Mill

To the Editor:

Why go to Broadway when we have great talent right here playing in Side Show at Swift Creek Mill Playhouse? My husband and I have seen many shows in New York, London, Toronto, and at the Shaw Festival, and this musical production is equal in every way to those far-off locations. The heartwarming true story is of Siamese twins, sisters joined at the hip, abandoned by their mother and exhibited as freaks before being rescued from a carnival. They grow up to be beautiful and talented young ladies. Side Show is beautifully acted and sung by a wonderfully talented cast that includes Robyn O’Neill and Angie Shipley and a crew that includes director Tom Width, musical director Paul Deiss, and choreographor Brandon Becker.

This is a family show and a theatrical experience that anyone would enjoy and should not be missed.

The show runs through October 25.

Una Harrison

Remembering September 10

To the Editor:

Last Wednesday, September 10, was a lovely day for a walk around the village. I stood for a long time on the green patch next to the little Center for the Arts building. There was great activity at the site of the new pub. I had made a habit of checking on the progress of the pub. I had visions of bangers and mash and those little English pot pies dancing in my head. Men were calling to each other, and there was whistling and the air was filled with the sounds of work and life. I must have been halfway home when it all came crashing down.

Almost as soon as I walked in the front door, there it was on the T.V., right in front of me and just behind me. The images of the buildings and the men were right behind my eyes. I could not believe that all that destruction had taken place in just a few minutes.

I went back later on in the afternoon. It was a totally surreal scene. And it was so unbelievably quiet. There were people everywhere. And they were so respectful. All the firemen and policemen and rescue workers going about their business so efficiently. Even the people from the media spoke softly as they set up and moved cameras and cables and lighting equipment around.

It is odd the things that you end up focusing on when you don’t really want to watch the men in the bright yellow jackets doing their job on a gray-and-white pile of rubble. Instead, I was struck by the attractive little beige girls with the microphones. They were all dressed in various shades of brown and beige.

All with the same brown and beige hair. They all had cell phones growing out of their ears and they all carried lined notepads in which they wrote furiously. They all tottered on very high sling-back sandals and completely ignored each others’ presenus. They were like beings from another world, all dressed up and separated from the rest of us behind the yellow crime tape in a little wedge of space at the corner of the library.

I stayed for a long time, until it was dark. There was no drama as such. No sudden shouts of discovery or bursts of activity. Just quiet, dogged work in that mound of wood and brick and insulation. Hundreds of people standing and sitting around waiting to do the jobs that they were trained for. They were not needed at the end of this day, but their presence was enormous and immensely reassuring.

As I walked home in the darkness, I prayed Godspeed for Scott and wished that we could both have the morning back again.

Greta Shefers



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