There will be a public community meeting in the Church basement of St Francis of Assisi Church, Napier Street, on Thursday 2nd February at 7:00pm. The meeting will discuss the church’s plans to build a new school on the gardens at Wilga. They will use funds driven by a sale of their current school at Victoria & Venables.
There has been significant opposition to the development from local residents and meetings on the issue tend to be lively at least. How does it fit with the new Community Plan? It will be worth the time.
By the way, I have heard from SFA officials that this meeting is NOT a public community event and is, in fact, invitation only for neighbours around the church. However, that is not how the neighbours read the letter they received. I also note that neighbours of the SFA school at Victoria & Venables (like me) — deeply affected by SFA’s plan — do not seem to have been included in this invitation. Perhaps we don’t count in the church’s eyes.
Everyone concerned should show up and explain to the Church that it is not up to them to decide who is and who is not affected by their decisions
The waitress at the county’s
favourite luncheonette counter
swings and sings
the songs of the sixties
“She walks like an angel,
talks like an angel”
jiving and gesturing with the farmers
and truckers and travelers
flashing her eyes
delivering pies a la mode
“In Dreams, you’re mine,
All of the time”
dancing and prancing to mothers
and all kinds of others
soothing and smoothing
and smooching and cooing
“Mashed potato, yeah, yeah, yeah
The mashed potato, yeah, yeah, yeah”
passing the work day with barely a cloud
of concern no matter the crowd
that packs in the cafe
To be frank, I have never been a dog person. I don’t mind dogs (in principle) but if I have to be described, I guess I am a cat person. However, as I have aged (and boy did that take a lot of time), I have come to enjoy the company of certain dogs — three-legged Lucky from Salsbury Park, for example, and our friends’ dog Sadie.
Unfortunately, two of the dogs I have come to know and like, died this week. Both belong to good friends and I fully understand their sorrow at having to end their companions’ lives.
I have had three cats die in my arms (two from the needle, and one who just simply died). All three were deeply emotional events for me as I had come to know and love and trust each one of them as individuals. I mourn the losses my friends have suffered.