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Joseph Xavier Martin

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Christmas Is For Big Kids Too !

Christmas is for big kids too! The magic of Christmas is an often-elusive chimera that can elude the sophisticated. Life, and the vagaries of winsome fate, sometimes condition those of us "on the shady side of forty to look with irritation or indifference on the "hustle and bustle of Christmas. The overt commercialism of the holidays can be sometimes less than appealing. It is a mindset that I think we all would like to get more away from, returning to the religious and spiritual side of the holidays.

Treasure of The Berkshires

Treasure of the Berkshires Tues. June 13,2006- Amherst, N.Y. We arose early, at 6:30 A.M. We prepped for the day, packed a bag and set out at 7:15 A.M. A stop, at Tim Horton's for coffee and bagels, and we continued

Hand Me Downs

"Hand me Downs" In the Martin household in South Buffalo, New York we used to say that "The first one up was the best dressed." It was a sardonic reference to the fact that amidst twelve children, there was often a communal use of many items of clothing. The child who arose earliest in the morning would have first access to the fresh laundry. And if he/she was swift enough in their ablutions and made off into the day with some degree of celerity, he/she had a pretty free reign over what items they could choose to wear that day.

Umbrella Coffee

Umbrella Coffee In recent years, we have become accustomed to the enormous variety of consumer goods available to us. From footwear to computers, there is a seemingly endless array of styles and prices to fit any possible choice.

BEGINNINGS

B E G I N I N G S I was born on the Fourth of March, a time of year in Buffalo, N.Y. when Winter still locks the area in its icy grip. Spring always seemed a long time in coming. At that time, my family lived at 207 Amber St., in a two-story frame dwelling, on the South side of the City. We lived in the shadow of giant steel plants like Bethlehem and Republic. The air smelled like sulfur and anything left outside would soon be covered by a fine layer of soot and metal flakes. No one noticed. It wasn't until many years later, when I first brought my future wife home for Thanksgiving dinner, that I became aware that there even was an odor. Mary is from Rochester and noticed the aroma as we neared the homestead. I guess we just learned to live with it.

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