Moe Mozier, former founding co-owner of the Colonial Motel's Tavern Restaurant in Brattleboro died Wednesday at his home.

The Keene Sentinel reported Thursday night:

"Alstead resident Moe Mozier died Wednesday, following a bicycle accident in which he suffered serious injuries in Langdon last month. Mozier, a prominent and beloved figure in the community, owned and operated the popular Keene destination Henry David’s restaurant in the 1980s and was a Realtor at Re/Max Town and Country in Keene.

He is remembered in Friday’s Sentinel"

From Twitter: "@ShayTotten More sad #VT legislative news: Longtime Secretary of the Senate David Gibson died this morning from cancer. #BTV #fb"

David was an attorney in Brattleboro for many years. He lived with his family in Guilford. He also served as Windham County State's Attorney. He was a great human being.

One day in the late 1980's, while I was working at the Capital Children's Museum in D.C., there was a commotion - a buzz among the staff that someone famous was visiting the exhibits.

I was relatively new to the place, but knew that celebrities sometimes dropped by. My imagination got going.

I asked coworkers Tanara and Quanique who it was that was causing such a fuss. "It's Little Benny's wife!" they told me. Quanique gave me a glance as if to say "duh!".

Josh Werner, of Brattleboro, died on Tuesday, March 9.

When people die, sometimes people make an effort to only say good things about them, about what is like to be in their company.

For, Josh, no effort to select good memories needs to be made in this regard. Josh worked in Natalie Blakes' studio, where my wife Cynthia works. I used to hang around the studio longer than I would have somedays, when Cynthia wasn't there, just to laugh with Josh. Josh always offered good cheer and friendship.

By now, everyone knows that we've lost local neighbor and famous musician T-Bone Wolk. My thoughts are with his family and close friends, who are all reeling from the sudden shock of his death. He was a friend of mine, too.

It seems that everyone knew T-Bone, and has at least one favorite story. I'll give mine, and hope that others will add theirs, too.

Back in the 90s I worked at the coop's meat dept and it was full-service. We stood around behind service cases and spent time walking each customer through their purchases. On Sundays I worked alone from opening to closing and Tommy was a regular customer.

As word spreads across Brattleboro, Windham County and the state today -- I am thinking a lot of my neighbor Nancy Chard who recently passed away at the age of 76. Nancy lived on Chestnut Hill and was a life-long neighbor of mine. She was a community activist, a good Democrat, a mother, wife and dedicated public servant. Moreover, her respected nature and her admirable qualities of good humor, high expectations and sound principles are not lost on me.

Nancy was someone I came to rely on for both advice and friendship. She encouraged me to run for Town Meeting Representative as well as seeking public office in 2010. However, what I remember most about Nancy was her tenacity and her probing questions. She asked me why I was making my decisions and called me out when I didn't answer the questions well. Moreover, she always said that she would support me 100% and that if I believed I should do something -- then I should go for it.

On Saturday, February 13, 2010, at precisely 8:40 a.m. on a glorious sunny morning, Connie Tumavicus -- mother, daughter, sister, aunt, teacher, and friend to countless people -- let go of the life she loved so much. Those present felt her spirit rise and take a quick lap around her little house in the orchard before racing to her young daughter's side.

Born on April 8, 1960 in Dallas, Texas, Connie lived most of her childhood in Wrentham, Massachusetts, graduated from Brandeis University, worked in social services in the Boston area, and then traveled the world. She toured Europe, performed three years of service in the Peace Corps in Senegal, and taught English in Mexico, El Salvador, and the Republic of Georgia. She worked to become a part of every new community, learning languages, eating new foods, planting her amazing gardens, playing with children on beaches, and making hundreds of friends along the way. Connie saw travel as healing medicine and approached cancer as a journey.

On Saturday, February 13, 2010, at precisely 8:40 on a glorious sunny morning, Connie Tumavicus -- mother, daughter, sister, aunt, teacher, and friend to countless people -- let go of the life she loved so much. Those present felt her spirit rise and take a quick lap around her little house in the orchard before racing to her young daughter's side.

Connie's service will be held on Saturday, February 20 at a time yet to be determined. The family thanks you for all your warm wishes at this very sad time. As they prepare to honor the life she lived, please send stories, thoughts, photos, and condolences to rememberingconnie@gmail.com.

Please join us in celebrating the life and generosity of Mary Holbrook Panzera.

When: Saturday February 20th, 11:30am

Where: All Souls Church-West Village Meeting House, West Brattleboro Vermont

To honor the spirit of Mary's commitment to community, a potluck lunch will follow.

One of the saddest short stories is JD Salinger's 'A Perfect Day For Bananafish', or at least at the time I read it years ago it sure seemed that way, because it said in unambigious language if you are tuned in, and have a degree of acuity, you will suffer. And despite the potential for playful wonder, the world is a harsh place.

I most admire Salinger for his decision to eschew the limelight. I think I saw him at the counter of the Howard Johnsons in White River Junction, about fifteen years ago. He was sitting by himself, but I didn't have the heart to disturb him. I might have had the moxie, but remember thinking, it would be more respectful to leave him be.

Howard Zinn Has Died

Mary Daly, who helped generations take an objective look at how dualisms divide us, died on January 3.

She offered strong intellectual meat for us to chew on and digest in our everyday lives.

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May those who learned from her remember that we still need that piercing light.

About a month ago, I wrote an essay about my father and his battle with Alzheimer's. Things were moving so fast that I never got around to posting it, but now that it's all over, I would like to put the essay out there as a tribute to my father and in hopes that it helps others who are also dealing with this disorder.

My father, Leo LePage, died on Monday, November 23 at 7:50 pm, with all his children, his brother, and my mother around him wishing him safe passage. It was easily the saddest moment of my life but all the same, I could not wish him back to life as he was at the end. I'm glad he was finally released from his suffering as much as I know I will miss him.

That said, I want to thank, from the bottom of my heart, the many people in Brattleboro who helped my mother and father (and Chris and I) in this incredibly difficult odyssey.

Selectperson Dora Boubouis' father Constantine died recently of complications from heart surgery. He was 82.

As a friend of Dora's, I was very sad to hear the news. Although he was advanced in age, Dora's father had expected to survive the surgery and his doctors thought likewise. Unfortunately for him and his family, that was not to be.

Mary Travers, of the '60s folk group Peter, Paul & Mary, has died at the age of 72. She had battled leukemia for several years, recovering after a bone marrow /stem cell transplant she was seemingly getting better. But a side effect of the chemotherapy she was receiving killed her.

Raised in the beatnik era in Greenwich Village, Mary sang with many small folk groups before Albert Grossman chose her to join Peter Yarrow and Noel Paul Stookey. As a trio, they had a string of hits, "Puff the Magic Dragon", "Blowin' in the Wind", "Where Have All the Flowers Gone?", "Leavin' On a Jetplane" and "If I had a Hammer" come to mind first, but there were many more.