Gov. Charlie Baker has appointed a Bedford resident to the Massachusetts Developmental Disabilities Council.
Gyasi Burks-Abbott said that in his new role, he expects “I will be giving back as I am gaining more.”
In the official announcement, Burks-Abbott is described as “a writer, speaker, and autism self-advocate who has shared his experiences living with autism at various conferences, both domestically and abroad.”
“Bring a candle in a jar and stand with us on the Common this Friday, Jan. 22, at 5 pm,” noted organizer Mark Bailey. “As a town and as a country, we are experiencing a generations-long collective trauma that began with the conquering of indigenous people and continued through slavery and Jim Crow and into the tensions that characterize our time. Our town’s cherished battle flag has been there for all of it.
ByBedford Council on Aging, Anna Werner and Danika Castle |
Hello and Happy New Year! I hope everyone has had a safe and wonderful holiday. As we enter a new year, many of us think about creating a new year’s resolution; a goal we set to achieve for the upcoming year ahead.
While there are many meaningful goals we can set for 2021, with the uncertainty of this past year, a good new year’s resolution goal to set for this upcoming year is advance care planning.
Taking a page (literally) from the holiday letter tradition we thought we would update you on The Bedford Citizen’s year. I’m sure you can relate.
The year started off with such promise. A new boardwalk on Davis Road, a changing of the guard at the school department, new restaurants, new businesses, things seemed to be humming along. Here at The Citizen we had just mailed our first Bedford Guide and were coming off a successful match fundraising campaign where we exceeded all our expectations. 2020 felt like it was going to be a good year.
….and then…. We hit a bump, a big bump, a bump that was shared with the world. There was a lot of news, and we feel proud we were in position to keep our town informed.
There was a recent article in the Washington Post titled The NameGame: For these pets, inspiration came in many forms, November 23, 2020. It got me thinking, what is the local take on naming your pets.
Dog walking turns out to be a very social activity, cats, not so much, and having walked dogs twice a day for 15 years, you kinda learn stuff. In my own circle of dog walking friends, I became curious as to how the dogs I know got their names.
Reflecting on my own experience, naming one’s pet evolves over time. If you think about it, at least personally, it’s a bit of a snapshot of contemporary pop culture.
Joyce Peseroff, a poet and a teacher for four decades, says she finds inspiration and intimacy in the open spaces around her home at Huckins Farm.
And that comfort has grown since the onset of the Covid-19 pandemic.
“Just being able to have so much open space makes a difference,” said Peseroff, who has lived in the Dudley Road neighborhood for nine years. “It’s almost rural here. As someone who writes about the natural world, the environment has inspired me since Covid.”
Her sixth collection, Petition, was released by Carnegie Mellon University Press a few weeks ago. And there have been challenges. “I had six readings scheduled for three months and all of them were canceled.”
One year ago, when I was a senior in high school and going through the college selection process, I could never have fathomed the end of my high school career being completely upended by a pandemic nor the start of my college experience looking so entirely different than those of the college students I’d spoken to in the process of making my decision on where to attend. Now, a year later, I am finally on campus at Macalester College, in St. Paul, Minnesota, and I couldn’t be happier to be here. I moved in a mere three weeks ago, flying out by myself and leaning on an incredibly patient and understanding new friend from my dorm who picked up an embarrassing number of Target and Amazon packages from the college’s mailing services for me ahead of my arrival. Macalester has split the Fall and Spring semesters into a quarter-like “module system.” For the first module, I was at home, studying and learning remotely while nannying for three incredibly sweet boys in Bedford who I’d been with since the end of senior year. I can honestly say that the time I spent at home with both families was challenging, with respect to managing school, and also immensely rewarding.
A few years back The Bedford Citizen initiated a special column for student writers from Bedford High School and Shawsheen Valley Technical High School. We invited students who wished to write their opinions or describe their experiences and perspectives to submit essays to us for publication under the banner “Student Voices @ The Bedford Citizen.”
Since then, a dozen or more students have written diverse articles running the gamut from their charitable involvements to their views on gun control, hate speech to their thoughts on growing up in a small town. Reader response has been positive and The Citizen is proud to continue to provide these young people a place to make their voices heard.
A panel of five military veterans in their 60s and 70s will deliver a strong Veterans Day message to Bedford High School history students this week: military service was central to the success and meaning they have found in life.
The five were interviewed on the Zoom platform by Ryan Doucette, a BHS senior and student representative to the School Committee. Doucette organized a similar Veterans Day program last year, only with in-person presentations.
The interviews were recorded and the video will be played in all the BHS history classes Thursday and Friday, Doucette said.
About nine months ago, Elizabeth Bagdonas retired after 30 years as Bedford’s conservation administrator. Since that transition, even with the limitations of Covid-19, she hasn’t been rearranging the living room furniture. “I’m a little disoriented because I’m not a very-good goal-setter,” she chuckled. “What I really want to be doing is I want to be outside more.” She knows she will need a knee replacement to maximize that goal. Still, she is working on developing a trail system in Bolton, where she lives.
Every morning newspaper has at least one medical bulletin. A team of scientists has found a clue, a step forward, or even a breakthrough on another disease. I long for another kind of breakthrough: an immunization against the assault of cynicism on our body politic. Author’s note from Meredith McCulloch: This article was written about thirteen years ago. Unfortunately, it continues to be relevant.I was given partial immunity in my seventh-grade civics class, and in spite of disillusioning wars and political scandals, I have never caught the disease.
Richard Razumny, his wife Leah Devereaux and their toddler son moved from Saugus into a house on Burlington Road in November 2018. Three months later, the 29-year-old was diagnosed with amyotrophic lateral sclerosis (ALS), the neurodegenerative illness also known as Lou Gehrig’s Disease.
In a conversation this week, Razumny didn’t complain, or whine, or ask, “Why me?” He reflected, “You can drive yourself crazy, you can very easily get yourself worked up if you start thinking about the what-ifs. So I try to be present, in the moment.”
The Lantern Lane Bridge is a hit. Since its installation over the summer, the reviews have been great.
“It’s a nice bridge,” said one of the only known people to cross it. The bridge can be found at the end of Lantern Lane and heads directly into the swamp along the edge of Wilderness Park. “Getting into the swamp is so much easier,” the unnamed person continued. “The old wooden bridge was fine, but this has some style that you seldom see in a swamp bridge,” he said.
When asked why he was entering the swamp, he quickly muttered “no comment” and receded into the swamp.
Creating art is often a solitary experience, yet most artists want and need contact with other artists. The usual forums include on-site classes, art shows, critique groups, and visits to art museums. The coronavirus at first left many local artists alone in their studios. As the pandemic has stretched on, though, artists have reached out to one another in creative ways.
We had a request. A fan of Bedford Explained was curious about the narrow gauge railroad bed that runs from Depot Park all the way to Billerica.
It’s a great rail-trail now, but our fan, Adam, was curious about the history. So we went right to the expert, Jim Shea. Jim is the president of Friends of Bedford Depot Park. Below is the fascinating history he shared with us.
Our “Two Footer” Was the Country’s First
By: Jim Shea, Friends of Bedford Depot Park
With all the paving projects going on, one seems particularly impactful. On Route 62, from Bedford to Concord there is an orange construction sign saying “Construction- seek alternate routes.” Which begs the question – what is the alternative?
They were called “Soapbox Suffragists.” They would arrive in a town with a wooden box to stand on, set up on a busy corner, and take turns lecturing the crowd that gathered. Sometimes they would speak from the town common or the steps of a public building or standing in the back of an open car. Once, when she was warned out of a seaside town as a public nuisance, a speaker went down to the beach and waded out into shallow water — neutral territory — and gave her call to action from there. Sharon McDonald serves both as Bedford’s Town Historian, and as Historian for First Parish, Unitarian Universalist, on the CommonA group of suffragists came to Bedford from BESAGG – Boston Equal Suffrage Association for Good Government — one Saturday afternoon in 1909. They wanted some practice before they went on their speaking tour. “Go out to Bedford,” they were advised.
Just a week ago, on Thursday, July 30, Rep. John Lewis’ funeral was held at the Ebenezer Baptist Church in Atlanta, GA. The congressmen and civil rights hero died on July 17 from pancreatic cancer. His passing and the recent focus on systemic racism and bigotry in our country, has made the 2017 One Book, One Bedford community-wide read of Lewis’ MARCH trilogy even more pertinent and meaningful.
Three events from the series of activities that year are particularly worth re-visiting. If you did not attend them, please consider watching the videos from those talks – they pose questions that we still wrestle with, and offer possible solutions that are more important now than ever.
Several Bedford High School seniors and their family members took a detour on the way home from Sunday morning’s outdoor graduation to personally salute Jeff Hoyland, whose declining health precluded his covering the event with his camera – a ubiquitous feature on the students’ landscape for several years.
And there he was at his front door, acknowledging his admirers with a wave and a flicker of the outside light.
A few hours later, he succumbed to an 11-year battle with cancer.
Hoyland, who during his illness reinvented himself into an authentic local folk hero, was 59. He is survived by his wife Randi, children Alec and Sienna, his parents, and six brothers and sisters.
His death engendered a massive outpouring of sadness, admiration and gratitude, primarily on social media, which was Hoyland’s constant communication vehicle.
All right, there is a lot, I mean a lot of things wrong with life in our pandemic world. Healthwise, economically, socially, and worry, are just the big ones. There are countless other terrible aspects of all this. I’m lucky, I know, knock on wood, but everybody in our house is healthy, and no one has lost their job
Perhaps you are familiar with Bedford’s landmarks. You have visited the Bedford Flag, skated on Fawn Lake, and walked the old railroad beds. But now – would you know where in Bedford to look for the African Reservation?