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July 1, 2013

Monopoly

Filed under: News — Linda @ 2:48 pm

By LINDA GOODSPEED

There were four of us, counting the dinosaur, hunched around the old, scratched maple dining table on the porch.

 

The sun had already dipped below the low mountains across the lake in a blaze of pink and violet that still lit up the sky, but left us in deepening shadows. Outside, the woods were coming to life. Bullfrogs croaked deep , reverberating mating calls from the nearby bay, an owl hooted distantly and twigs snapped under the weight of small nocturnal animals waking up. Insects zapped and sizzled against the bug light. On the porch, things were getting heated.

 

My 8-year-old nephew, sitting to my right, grabbed the dice, stood up and shook them violently with both hands over his head, releasing them in a splatter across the table.

 

“Doubles!” he shrieked.

 

He grabbed Scotty dog and started counting. “One, two, three. . .” “ jumping Scotty from one square to the next. He got to eight, coming to a stop onSt. Charles St.

 

“I wanna buy it! I wanna buy it!” He jumped up and down.

 

I checked the real estate cards arrayed neatly to my left. I was always the realtor. A funny bit of foretelling, considering I have been a real estate columnist for nearly 25 years. Too bad I was never the banker. Maybe I’d be rolling in dough by now.

 

 “You can’t,” I told my nephew. “Somebody already owns it.”

 

We scanned the board. The dinosaur!

 

“Dino owns it,” I said. I looked at the property card in front of the red dinosaur pillow stretched lazily along his side of the table.

 

“You owe him $12.”

 

My mom, sitting where one of my sisters used to sit, got up to make popcorn. She was the thimble. Dino, sitting where my other sister sat, also had her piece – the rocking horse. I was the wheelbarrow. I was always the wheelbarrow, just like I was always the realtor. My nephew shook the dice again. He was sitting where his father, my brother, used to sit.

 

The more things change, the more they stay the same at our summer lake house. When my brother and sisters and I were kids, we did not have TV. Now we have a TV, but no Internet. Same diff. We have to amuse ourselves.

 

So we swim and fish off the dock, hike the secret path, spy on the fat man, explore the old abandoned race track and overgrown grandstand and horse buildings, Play house in the woods next door, tell scary stories around the campfire, cook s’mores, and read, and read, and read.

 

“What page are you on?” my sister and I used to ask each other as we sat in twin rocking chairs on the porch, noses buried. Now my daughter downloads a bunch of books on her laptop before we head to the lake.

 

But the biggest constant from one generation to the next has always been Monopoly, the originalAtlantic Cityversion, the one where $500 is the highest denomination, and winning a beauty pageant earns you $15.

 

Three generations have sat on the porch, shaking and blowing on the dice, eating popcorn and moving wheel barrows and thimbles and Scotty dogs around the board. I know that board by heart, 10 spaces down each side, five to the railroads. Boardwalk andPark Placestill the holy grail, although I’ve come to realize slum loarding is actually cheaper to do and more profitable. Part of my strategy now is to skip the expensive yellows and greens, in favor of purple, blue and orange properties.

 

That original board is now held together with duct tape, some of the houses and hotels are missing, and the Chance and Community Chest cards are bent and ripped. We had to make a couple of property cards ourselves when two went missing, and this weekend we found my brother’s lantern piece that disappeared years ago. 

 

My playmates have changed over the years. But the wheel barrow is still there, waiting for my return every summer.

March 19, 2013

Oscar Clippings

Filed under: News — Linda @ 11:07 am

By LEE J. KAHRS

Brandon,VTReporter

One of my most vivid childhood memories is sitting at the kitchen counter with my little brother, John, drawing. I was perhaps nine, he a year younger, and we would each have sheets of white drawing paper and colored pencils or markers or crayons. I would often draw a bucolic barnyard scene, where the buildings were to scale but the horses and cows had elongated backs and too-short legs.

Minutes would go by, and when I felt I had put everything I had artistically into my barnyard, I would glance over at John’s paper. There, he would be putting the finishing touches on an exact rendering of a P51-D Mustang World War II fighter plane. Or, if it was after 1977 and the birth of the “Stars Wars” phenomenon, a perfectly drawn Stormtrooper.

John has always been an artist, and he has always been fascinated with mechanics and flight. He was a quiet, left-handed, redheaded kid who played the accordion and liked making paper airplanes. Around the age of eight, he started snatching my mother’s thick paperback romances and creating stick figure flip book movies in the margins. The stick figures would fight each other and then the winner would put down his sword and walk off the page. It was like a little paper stage.

On Sunday night, 1 billion people watched my little brother walk onto the world’s biggest stage to accept the Academy Award for Best Animated Short Film, his directorial debut, “Paperman.”

Everyone is from somewhere. It’s the somewhere that shapes who we are. Feel free to embraceJohn,Vermont, because his connection to this place helped build him into the man and the artist he has become. We are a family of valleys, and while that kitchen counter was in theHudsonValleyin our native state ofNew York, starting in first grade we spent all of our summers here in theLake ChamplainValleyat a camp inWest Addison.

One of the many gifts our parents gave us was their teaching schedules and summers off. We spent June to Labor Day here, leaving the camp after breakfast and often not stepping indoors again until dinner. We had true freedom, as long as we were within earshot of my mother’s dinner bell. There was Ghost in the Graveyard, flashlight tag, sailing, tree forts, bikes and swimming — lots of swimming. John and I would spend so much time “exploring” underwater that Mom would urge us to give our red-rimmed eyes a break. And on rainy days, John could be found drawing, or doing an airplane model, or making another flip book.

It was a tough place to leave in late August, new jeans and sneakers from Fishman’s in Vergennes packed among our things. Back to school.

High school was not easy for John, but he got through it. It was art school that really propelled him toward the future. After a year at Pratt, skip to the Nova Scotia School of Art and Design, 1988, when the school started a fledgling animation program during John’s senior year, and the rest really is history. Jump to his first job with Blue Sky Studios inWestchester,N.Y.(the folks who brought you the “Ice Age” movies) and John’s lonely life as a reverse commuter, his inspiration for “Paperman.” In 1994, it was on to California and Pixar Studios, where John spent a magical decade working on the now classic animated films like “The Incredibles,” “Monsters, Inc.” and “Cars.” Then he headed to Disney, and when Disney and Pixar settled their differences and joined forces, John was once again in the right place at the right time.

Vermontis the right place for us as well. Sprawl led my parents to retire here years ago to live year round. I followed in 2002, fleeing post 9/11New York.

Our connection to this landscape is deep and enduring, and it is being passed on to the next generation. John comes back for a week every summer to the same plot of land on the lake that my parents bought 40 years ago, and his sons, Ben and Johnny, look forward to it all year. It’s important to him that hisCaliforniaboys have that touchstone ofVermont. It is something he cherishes, something he considers worth handing down, and even at the tender ages of 11 and nine, Ben and Johnny would be dismayed if they couldn’t make their annual pilgrimage to theLake.Missionaccomplished.

It’s a surreal experience to watch your brother win an Academy Award, but I told him earlier on Oscar Day that I always, ALWAYS knew he would do great things. Sitting with my parents in their living room last Sunday night, we watched the Oscars together, and when the announcement came, we jumped up and down and screamed with disbelief. My mother started to cry, my father’s eyes were wet with overwhelming pride, and as they embraced, I heard my father say, “That’s our son.”

The phone started to ring and didn’t stop all night. That was a problem because I saw online that John told the press he’d been trying to call but couldn’t get through (my parents don’t have call waiting). He said he felt terrible because he forgot to thank his parents when he accepted his award. He did finally reach us and apologized to my mother, who quickly told him not to worry about it.

“You guys let me do what I wanted to do,” he said. “And that made all the difference.”

As our family and friends continue to reel from this overwhelming experience, parents take notice. That could be your child, so a word of advice: Sometimes when you have a quiet, left-handed redhead who likes to draw, the best thing to do is … let them. They may grow up to win an Oscar.

 

March 7, 2013

I am an 8th grade book report

Filed under: Media — Linda @ 3:40 pm

By LINDA GOODSPEED

Move over Bella and Edward. Out of the way Hunger Games. Let me by, please, Stephanie and Suzanne. J.K., watch out. I am gaining.

Yes, I have officially reached the pinnacle of writing success: An eighth grade book report! By a 13-year-old boy, no less. How cool is that!

Lisa Taylor of Holliston, MArecently emailed me to say that she and her 13-year-old son Michael had borrowed a Kindle and read my new book, In and Out of Darkness: Losing Vision, Gaining Insight.

“We both loved it,” wrote Lisa, adding that Michael chose my book to do a report on for school.

I am so flattered! Thanks, Michael. Hope you got an ‘A”!

Besides Kindle, my book is also available on Smashwords: http://smashwords.com/b/256018

Download it to any device, including your iPad or even your computer. No book report necessary.

February 23, 2013

Linda Goodspeed releases her memior

Filed under: Media — Linda @ 9:55 am

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Skiing Heritage- Pico Celebrates 75

Filed under: Media — Linda @ 9:50 am

 Book review on Pico, Vermont by Linda Goodspeed

Ski Mag

January 12, 2013

PEG-TV Pico 75th Anniversary Interview Link

Filed under: News — Linda @ 7:31 pm

http://vp.telvue.com/preview?id=T00969&video=138646

December 27, 2012

2012: A year of transitions, a broken leg and two new books

Filed under: News — Linda @ 10:39 am

2012 was a mostly good year for Masha and Linda.

Masha completed her freshman year of high school which turned out to be a surprisingly good experience for her. A bigger pool of kids meant new friends and social circles. Sports was a big part of her success. She is playing three sports and has met some good and motivated kids. She is also taking honors classes, and doing well in those.

Over the summer, she got her first “real” (non-family and friends) job. Although she is only 15, Wendy’s manager Rod Belock, a nice man I worked with at the Rutland Herald a long time ago, got a recommendation about Masha from my piano teacher (not about her musicianship) and  took a chance on her. Her first couple of days were a little overwhelming, but she caught on quickly and is doing well. She is continuing to work during the school year, and managing her own money–a certain amount each month for college, and car expenses when that comes along.

The car is not that far away. She got her permit last summer, and turns 16 on March 17, 2013. Yikes! I can’t wait, and can wait, at the same time!

While Masha was making some good transitions in 2012, Linda took a big step backwards when she broke her right femur just above the knee in late February while skiing at Killington. She spent the rest of the winter and spring in rehab and exercise mode. The good news is that she is all better. No limp and only a little weakness while climbing stairs. After initially giving up skiing, she will likely be back on the slopes again in 2013.

Linda also published two books in 2012–an updated edition of her popular history of Pico, Vermont ski resort and the development of alpine skiing in this country. The other book is a memoir titled, In and Out of Darkness: Losing vision, Gaining Insight. Linda published her memoir as an e-book in late 2012, and has already received some very gratifying feedback and comments on it. You can read more about it on her website:

http://lindagoodspeed.com/

To download In and Out of Darkness, go to: http://smashwords.com/b/256018

 

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December 19, 2012

You Never Know Who You’re Walking With

Filed under: News — Linda @ 7:13 pm

 

Listening to local author Linda Goodspeed’s new book, In and Out of Darkness:  Losing Vision, Gaining Insight, was the perfect therapy this past weekend.  I had met Linda while walking for White Cane Awareness Day back in October, but I had no idea of her background.  Back in the 80’s, she had been one of a handful of female sports editors atRutland,Vermont’s newspaper – the very city whose streets we were walking at the event!  Or that she was an avid skier who earned the privilege of covering the 1984 Winter Olympics inSarajevo.

To add to her adventures, she worked her way into a Russian courtroom convincing the judge, through translation nonetheless, that with help from family and friends, her blindness would not prevent her from being a capable and loving single mom to a little Russian girl who needed her (besides, who doesn’t need help when raising a child!). In reading her book, I felt like I was right there with her through her journey of diminishing vision; I loved how she fought when she needed to, conceded when necessary, and adjusted her career as time went on.

There are always complications involving transportation and parenting with low vision or blindness.  Comparing notes on such ordinary shared experiences provide comfort, but getting to hear about a person’s unique adventures that come about as a result of adversity are what provide the intrigue.  And you never know, it could be the person walking right next to you who will provide the tale.  If not, you can always pick up a good book . . .

Linda’s book is available on Amazon or Smashwords.

November 28, 2012

VPR Interview- Pico Peak Fans Celebrate Founders At 75th Anniversary

Filed under: News — Linda @ 7:25 pm

http://www.vpr.net/news_detail/96644/pico-peak-fans-celebrate-founders-at-75th-annivers/

November 20, 2012

In and Out of Darkness Losing Vision, Gaining Insight

Filed under: In and Out of Darkness — Linda @ 7:40 pm

As one of the first women sports editors at a daily newspaper, author Linda Goodspeed gained a national reputation for ski writing. She won awards, covered the 1984 Winter Olympics in Sarajevo in the former Yugoslavia and wrote a book about skiing. Please leave your comments!

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