December 10, 1996
WHENEVER I GO to a beautiful place I imagine myself living there. I went to Boone, North Carolina, a mountain-sheltered paradise where rustic craftsmen sell quilts from shops that smell like pine. On the way there, Moravian cookie makers in 16th-century clothes sell you paper-thin ginger wafers. They bake them in the huge ovens that scared the daylights out of Hansel and Gretel.What is it with paradise that inspires instant terror? I asked Lynn Doyle, local poet and observer, after we bought these great cookies.
December 12, 2005
On December 9, 2005, MILDRED M. PARADISE (nee Kasda); beloved wife of the late Michael W. Paradise, Sr., devoted mother of Michael W. Paradise and his wife Jane, and Michele M. Paradise; dear sister of the late Charles and William Kasda; loving grandmother of Michael R. Paradise-Kruger and Caitlin A. Paradise-Kruger; loving step-grandmother of Jessica Telesca, Bonnie Combs and Robyn Layfield. Friends may call at the CVACH/ROSEDALE FUNERAL HOME, 1211 Chesaco Avenue, on Sunday and Monday, 3 to 5 and 7 to 9 P.M. Mass of Christian Burial will be celebrated Tuesday, 10 A.M. Church of the Annunciation.
December 21, 2012
The following is compiled from local police reports. Our policy is to include descriptions when there is enough information to make identification possible. If you have any information about these crimes, call the Wilkens Police Station at 410-887-0872 Frederick Road, 6300 block, Dec. 18, 12:52 a.m. Two men robbed the 7-11 at gunpoint. Cash stolen North Bend Road, 600 block, Dec. 17, between 7:20 a.m. and 3:10 p.m. Rear door of house forced open and two televisions stolen.
December 30, 2009
I t is possible in this day and age to fly south in December and three hours later land in a city where you can sit comfortably in your T-shirt and linen jacket and eat your dinner at a cafe under palm trees and still enjoy the protections of the U.S. Constitution, which is a wonderful, wonderful thing. Paradise, in fact. The problem with paradise is that it's temporary: You don't belong here, and the neighbors are nobody you care to know, so it's only blissful for a week or so. You're in a city built on sandy marsh in a boom period, and when you look around at the freeway, the office parks, the malls, the curvy streets of houses, your hotel, you see nothing that predates 1980, nothing that distinguishes this city from Scottsdale or Fort Lauderdale or any other suburb in America, which is exhilarating to some people but not to you. And the people around you are all in the throes of relaxation.
August 25, 1997
MONTSERRAT is a Leeward Island in the Caribbean, a self-governing dependency of Britain. Its 39 square miles supported nearly 12,000 people in a lush, green, tropical paradise with hills above, a playground for the rich.Until two years ago, that is, when the Soufriere Hills volcano, four centuries dormant, roared to life. Now villages are gone. Much of the south is covered in ash. Clouds rise 10,000 feet. It may yet blow. Of some 4,000 residents huddling in the north of the island, half were being ferried by the British navy to the neighboring island of Antigua.
June 8, 1997
"The Puttermesser Papers," by Cynthia Ozick. 233 pages. Knopf. $23.Reappearing as a novelist for the first time in the 1990s with "The Puttermesser Papers," the celebrated writer Cynthia Ozick puts on a bravura performance. The worldly existence of her anti-heroine Ruth Puttermesser, a civil servant and compulsive bookworm, pales next to the teeming inner life that she tracks in this novel. As self-appointed scribe of Puttermesser's fantasies, Ozick draws on all her considerable talents and reserves: her deep historical consciousness, sharpshooting irony, and intricate literary craftsmanship, to name a few.In her most recent fiction Ozick memorably captured, in two distinct keys, the emotional legacy of the Jewish experience of World War II. "The Puttermesser Papers" moves forward in time to a contemporary setting, but holds in beautiful equipoise the satiric edge of "The Messiah of Stockholm" (1987)