Author: Joey Ciaramitaro

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Elizabeth is actually cash flow positive after you account for all of the incentives,State and Federal tax breaks and Mass Solar Loan Program.  Her system in just two months which have been particularly cloudy and rainy have exceeded projections by 14%.

She chose born and raised Gloucesterite Tim Sanborn’s Cazeault Solar and Home and has nothing but great things to say about the process and the results.

Call to talk to Tim Sanborn From Cazeault Solar Home at 978-281-4625

Watch our video to hear how she worked her system-

Steve Linsky is making money after having Solar installed on his service Station’s roof

Steve Lambert At Preferred Auto Body Would Do Solar With Cazeault Solar Again In A Heartbeat

One Year With Cazeault Solar Energy: Sash Ludwig and Craig Dulong From Lanesville MA

Welcome To Cape Ann Community Bulletin Board

Joey C ~

A place where non-profit Cape Ann organizations can post press releases directly and then those press releases will be reposted to http://www.goodmorninggloucester.com . This is not an advertising space for businesses, fitness or wellness organizations, or music listings.

The web address will be http://www.capeanncommunity.com

To have your community organization news posted here, contact Joey C who will grant access for you to post directly.

2016 Open Tennis Tournament From The Enjoy Gloucester Foundation

August 8, 2016 ~ Joey C ~ Edit

Hello,
Hope all is well!  I just wanted to give you an update on our tennis tournament. 
Starting today until August 8 we are reducing the entry fee for either singles tournament.  The fee was originally $45, and starting today until Aug. 8 it is now $35.  Anyone interested in taking advantage of this needs to email:
info.enjoygloucester@comcast.net
I have attached a flyer in hopes of getting some of your readers to join us in our Annual Tennis Tournament.  We still have a few spots open, but registration closes Monday night 8/8 at 10:00pm.
This year we are sponsored by USTA-New England.  We are using a double elimination format, and will have 3 categories.  A singles advanced level, a singles intermediate level, and a doubles intermediate level.
This is a Fun Tennis Tournament for High School kids on up.  It’s for male, female, and any skill level.  This is a great way to play some tennis, and Enjoy Gloucester!
Regards,
Enjoy Gloucester Foundation

To Register: www.enjoygloucester.doodlekit.com

Available On Canvas From $175

Welcome To Cape Ann Community Bulletin Board

Joey C ~

A place where non-profit Cape Ann organizations can post press releases directly and then those press releases will be reposted to http://www.goodmorninggloucester.com . This is not an advertising space for businesses, fitness or wellness organizations, or music listings.

The web address will be http://www.capeanncommunity.com

To have your community organization news posted here, contact Joey C who will grant access for you to post directly.

Gloucester Rotary Club Presents its Annual Comedy Show on September 1

August 6, 2016 ~ trixy546

The Rotary Club of Gloucester MA will hold its annual Comedy Show Fundraiser on Thursday, September 1, 2016, at Cruiseport Gloucester, located at 6 Rowe Square in downtown Gloucester, MA.  This year’s Comedy Night features comedians Tony V., Steve Calechman, Chris Dimitrakopoulos, and Dave Rattigan. Doors open at 7pm and the show starts at 8pm.

Don’t miss this evening of fun and laughter! Tickets are $25 each, and are available from any Gloucester Rotarian or at Carroll K. Steele Insurance, 32 Pleasant Street, Gloucester, MA.   This event always sells out! For more information, contact Ruth Pino (ruth@ruthpino.com).

Proceeds from the Comedy Show will benefit local and international service projects of the Gloucester Rotary Club.  More information about this event and the Rotary Club of Gloucester is available online at www.gloucesterrotary.us and www.facebook.com/RotaryGloucesterMA.

The mission of Rotary International is to provide service to others, promote integrity, and advance world understanding, goodwill, and peace through its fellowship of business, professional, and community leaders.

Gloucester Rotary Pancake Breakfast

August 6, 2016 ~ trixy546

GLOUCESTER ROTARY PANCAKE BREAKFAST
Come for the Pancakes, Stay for the Waterfront Festival!

The Rotary Club of Gloucester MA will hold its annual Pancake Breakfast Fundraiser on Saturday, August 20, 2016, from 7:30 a.m. to 11:00 a.m. in Stage Fort Park, located on Hough Avenue in Gloucester, MA.  This popular event takes place concurrently with the Gloucester Waterfront Festival, which is sponsored by the Cape Ann Chamber of Commerce and is held in Stage Fort Park on Saturday-Sunday, August 20-21, from 10:00 a.m. to 6:00 p.m. both days.

Tickets for the Pancake Breakfast are $7 per person and are available from any Gloucester Rotarian or at the Rose Baker Senior Center at 6 Manuel F Lewis Street in downtown Gloucester, Bank Gloucester, Cape Ann Savings Bank and at Institution for Savings; Gloucester branch locations only. Tickets will also be available on the morning of the breakfast.

Proceeds from the Pancake Breakfast will benefit the Rose Baker Senior Center, North Shore Health Project, and the Cape Ann YMCA Teen Leaders.  More information about this event and the Rotary Club of Gloucester is available online at www.facebook.com/RotaryGloucesterMA.

The mission of Rotary International is to provide service to others, promote integrity, and advance world understanding, goodwill, and peace through its fellowship of business, professional, and community leaders.

Sawyer Free Library Week of August 7,2016

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The Starbound sank 130 miles off Cape Ann August 5th, 2001

It was six months after that fateful night fifteen years ago today when my cousin Joe Marcantonio sat down at his computer and wrote down exactly what happened the night his herring boat was run down by the oil tanker Virgo and his three crewmembers were lost to the sea.

Joe trusted me and our platform GoodMorningGloucester to tell the story that had been locked away and never been told to anyone for years. He wrote this account of the events that led up to the sinking of his boat so that his family and the families of his crewmembers would know exactly what happened. The sinking of Joe’s boat the Starbound happend 23 years after Joe had lost his own father to the sea in the sinking of the Gloucester Dragger the F/V Captain Cosmo. The entire crew including Joe’s father Captain Cosmo Marcantonio were lost at sea in September of 1978. 23 years later- ten years ago Joe would recount the events and what was racing through his mind.

Joe writes-

When I first thought of putting together a tribute to my good friends lost on that hot August night I was afraid that I would fall short of my attempt to commemorate their beautiful lives. As I began to write I realized that time has faded some of the memories. My blurry recollection motivated me. Knowing that no one truly dies if they live in our memories I pushed through my fear and bring you the following. I will surely never portray who exactly these three men were to everyone, but with the stakes this high I want to share a bit about MY relationship with them.

Mark Doughty

Mark Doughty was my best friend. I first met Mark on the Stinson Seafood dock in Rockland, Maine. I am not exactly sure what year that was, but we were both very young and we were both new to fishing. I had just started with my step-father on the Western Wave, and Mark had just joined his dad in the crew of the Atlantic Mariner. However, it wasn’t till we were both in our mid- twenties and he joined the crew of the Western Wave with me that our great friendship began.

After his second daughter was born, Mark, like me, was hungry to make lots of money so he could provide his two beautiful children all they wanted. . He fished with me for over 10 years, longer than any other shipmate I sailed with. Since then I’ve always felt that I was able to become the Captain I was because I had Mark as my first mate. He was a very smart, funny and hard-working young man. He had an infectious personality, and he was loved not only by me, but by everyone who had the pleasure of meeting him. As the years passed, he became more than a friend. I loved him like a brother. My world became lesser by his passing.

Jimmy Sanfilippo

My earliest memory of Jimmy was during our freshman year of high school on the football field. We became friends as well as teammates. Our bond grew even stronger A little later when Jimmy lost his dad to a heart attack. I remember the day I found out. Jimmy was drawing pictures of an old wooden eastern-rigged dragger that his dad and brother had owned. The picture caught my eye and when I asked him about it he told me what had happened. This connected us. My own dad had died earlier, and my interest in the fishing life had faded, but not Jimmy’s. Becoming a commercial fisherman seemed to be all he wanted to do, even back then. Jimmy started fishing with his brother when he was very young, and by the time he joined me on the Starbound he had nearly 20 years of experience. Along with his experience, Jimmy was formally trained and he had received his USCG captain license, with the radar and firefighting-at-sea training endorsements. Jimmy was a great man as well as a great fisherman. What I remember most about him is his passion for his fishing career, which was only surpassed by his even greater adoration for his new family, especially his new baby son. Jimmy was a dedicated, hard-working, loyal friend that I miss every day.

Tom Frontiero

I remember that when I was a young boy, probably six or seven years old, I met Tom for the first time. He was older but very friendly. We both played street hockey in the church parking lot on Proctor Street. Shortly after that, my family and I moved out of the neighborhood, but a bond had been established. Tom and I never forgot each other. Tom had 2 sons that he loved very much. He took them everywhere. As the years passed, now and then, I would run into him and his children, and I would always admire his nurturing way with them. I remember seeing them once, when his kids were little, at public skating. Tom was chasing them around, skating faster than anyone else in the place. When I caught his attention, he looked at me with his big smile and then he laughed out loud.

If you knew Tom, you knew he worked hard and, for a long time in his life, he played even harder. At the time I had hired him, Tom was tired of playing and he wanted to change. He wanted out of his old life, and he looked at his joining us on board the Starbound as his chance to turn things around. And, although it was a few short weeks, turn things around he did! Immediately, he started an exercise program, working out, which wasn’t easy, considering our fast-paced fishing schedule. He would jog up and down Tillson Avenue while we took on ice. During the steam-out, he would do push-ups and sit-ups when he wasn’t shadowboxing on deck. For the short time he was with me on board the Starbound, I believe, he was indeed happy.

I have been hesitant to include the short piece I wrote about the night of the accident because it’s about me and on this day I want it to be about Mark, Tommy and Jimmy. However, I have no other way for me to tell you what happened to them without telling you what happened to me. The essay is short, condensed and describes a few minutes of this long nightmare. But they are my words…it is what happened the night of August 5, 2001.

Storm on a Calm Night

“Just a little bit longer and I’ll have enough fish to go home,” I thought to myself as I towed the net toward the east, approaching the Canadian border. Fishing on Georges Banks was slow that day and I was already late. It was almost dark, and that comforted me because I knew the day was nearly over. The stress of fishing was starting to get to me. As the captain of a commercial herring trawler, my responsibilities were many, and the time and focus they took was consuming most of my life. Little did I know that the problems I thought I had, all of them, would soon be dwarfed by a sudden storm that would come roaring out of this calm night. In a flash, everything would change forever. What happened before would happen again, and what was, would be no more.

When the net finally broke the surface, the boat listed sharply to starboard. From this I knew that there enough fish to fill the boat to capacity. But my brief sense of relief was quickly replaced by concern. Remembering again how late it was, I knew that we wouldn’t be in time for the morning cutting line at the cannery.

But the true knot in my stomach came from something different. It came from the deep-rooted fear that I felt every trip I took to Georges Banks. It was here, twenty-three years ago, almost to the day, that my father, Captain Cosmo Marcantonio, and his ship were lost without a trace. I had turned 35 years old last October, nearly his exact age when he died. Like him, I had three children. These days, fishing 135 miles off the coast of Massachusetts had became a little scary.

The weather was calm, however, and the boat was loaded, so I set the course for home. With a sigh I gave up the wheel to Mark.

Tom had been cooking the sauce all afternoon, so the whole boat smelled of sweet tomatoes, with hints of garlic and basil. I was more tired than hungry, but I knew if I didn’t eat, I would wake up with hunger pains after only a few hours. At the table, the conversation was mostly about pasta sauce, how to make it, what were the absolutely necessary ingredients, whose mother or grandmother made the best. In between bites, I explained to Tom that although his was really good, I thought the sauce that my grandmother had taught me was the very best.

Jim finished eating first and immediately went to the wheelhouse to relieve Mark. On my way to my state room, going though the pilot house, I stopped to talk with Jim at the wheel, asking him to check the refrigeration system to make sure I had turned it on properly. I told him, “If the phone rings, I want you to wake me up.”

He nodded.

Looking at the radar, I made a comment about some showers that were showing up.

“I think they’re going to the south of us,” he said.

“OK, wake me if anything comes up,” I told him, and proceeded to my room.

As I lay on my bed, exhausted, the usual thoughts of the next trip were alternating with my concerns about my family. The kids were growing older as I kept sailing the ocean, always away from them and my wife, always gone from the house, always absent, as my father had always been.

Finally, fading off to sleep, I hoped for better dreams than I’d been having.

I awakened suddenly, startled by a yell. I jumped up and dashed for the door. Up three steps, I turned to the left, toward Jim. “What’s the matter?” I asked him.

He was standing in front of the wheelhouse chair, a counter full of electronics blocking his lower body, but I could see his arm stretched forward, pointing a little to port. He screamed, “What the f#$K! What the f#$K!”

I was opposite him, across the pilothouse, on the port side of the boat. Holding onto the pipe rail, facing the stern, I turned forward to see what was putting that look of horror on his face.

The view was partly cut off at the top by the overhang of the pilothouse roof. What I saw, I saw so quickly that it was like a subliminal message hidden in just a few frames of film. I didn’t understand it, but it was a large dark bulbous shape rolling towards us, plowing through the sea, slamming the bright blue phosphorescent water off to either side.

It was impossible for whatever it was to miss us. I grabbed onto the rail and I braced myself.

It didn’t help. I was thrown to the floor, onto my back. The Starbound was jerked around and shaken, as though it were being tossed from one giant hand to another.

It lasted only a few seconds, and then I was jumping up, stunned but not hurt. I looked toward Jim. Still standing, he was coming out from the front of the steering station. He began to yell, “I was trying to get out of his way Joe! I was trying to get out of his way!”

I said, “It’s all right, Jim. Just get the guys and the survival suits and go on deck.”

I turned towards my stateroom, raced down the stairs, and opened the locker to the right of the door. For some reason that I didn’t understand, I felt very focused and controlled, as though I were in the middle of some military exercise. I grabbed my survival suit from the locker and ripped it out of its bag. As I turned and went back up the stairs, I could see spits of water shooting up the galleyway. And there was a horrific whistling sound –the air in the boat being displaced by the water rushing in. At the top of the galleyway, Jim was bent over the rail and yelling down in vain to the men below.

Both of us could see the water, a huge black welter of it, churning and spitting as it came bulging up the galleyway.

The floor started to fall forward and to the port, and with three large steps I raced to the door at the back of the wheelhouse. I could sense Jim right behind me. I felt the water first on my legs when I took the last step. At the door, as I clambered over the transom, that wall of the cabin fell forward and I ducked my head under the jam. Out of the corner of my eye, over my right shoulder, I saw a black column of water shoot out the galleyway as though it had been fired from a cannon. It crashed against the wheelhouse ceiling. And then I was under the water.

My hand was clutching the survival suit, and the boyancy of the suit jerked me up into the sea. I was holding my breath, my fingers tense around the suit, trying with all my might to hold onto it. Then the suit must have hit the rigging as the boat sank, because suddenly my arm was wrenched downward and the suit was ripped from my hand. Pushing down with my arms, kicking my legs, I swam to the surface.

The night was dark and the sea was calm as I spun in circles, treading water, screaming the names of the crew. “Jim, Mark, Tom!” I shouted.

Nothing.

Then a loud hissing noise caught my attention. Spinning around, I saw the life raft inflating itself, and it was then that I could see the stern of that murderous ship fading away into the night. Quickly, I swam in the wake of this large freighter to the rubber boat, and I climbed in.

Kneeling in the raft, my back to the ship sailing away, I kept yelling while I scanned the darkness. “Jimmy, Mark, Tom!” I shouted.

Jim must have got out, I thought. He had been right beside me.

Again and again I called out his name, and Mark’s, and Jims, until I noticed the faint flash of light from the Starbound’s Emergency Position-Indicating Rescue Beacon (EPIRB) just ten yards away.

“I’m going to need that,” I thought, and lifted my leg up onto the edge of the raft – I was going to jump in and retrieve it. But then fear overcame me, and I kneeled back down, leaning over the edge, and I began to paddle with my hands. I rowed frantically, but the raft moved slowly until I finally got to the beacon. Pulling it in, I looked around again and I saw something else floating nearby. I paddled to it. Only an oil bucket. I saw something else, back where I had just been, and I paddled back there. Only the raft cover.

The raft was very difficult to move using just my hands, but then I saw something else and I paddled over to it. It was only the life ring that had been attached to the side of the wheelhouse.

I shouted some more, but nothing. Only silence. Kneeling at the edge of the raft, I held myself still, so I could listen. Thinking that just maybe someone would make a noise off in the distance.

It was then, I think, that the thought first entered my head. The though that no one would be making a noise. That everyone was dead.

I was wearing only my underwear, and suddenly I realized that I had gotten very cold. My body was shivering.

Cold and wet, I finally turned to look under the canopy of the life raft. I could have really used a towel right about then. Something to dry me and warm me up. I saw a canvas bag and, of all things, two plastic oars. Quickly, I unzipped the bag and took inventory. When I found the flashlight, I stopped looking immediately and stood up. Sweeping the beam from right to left, I searched and I yelled.

Another thought came to me: “Dad, did this happen to you?”

I realized that I was crying.

I looked around me. All the spinning in the raft had gotten me confused. I didn’t know in which direction the tanker had disappeared, or where the Starbound had sunk. Sad and frustrated, I couldn’t control my shivering.

I needed to get warm. I needed to survive.

Back under the raft’s canopy, I used the flashlight to take a more careful look inside the bag. There were flares, small bags of fresh water, some first aid stuff, and, in a plastic package, a thermal hooded poncho. When I first opened it, I was disappointed to find that it was made out of the same material as a cheep blue painter’s tarp. I was freezing, and I would have loved to have a real blanket. Of course, there wasn’t one.

When I first put the pancho on and zipped it up, it was clammy and uncomfortable against my cold, soaked skin. Sitting down, I put my knees up to my chest, wrapped my arms around my legs and waited to feel some warmth.

My mind started to move again. Thoughts of my childhood raced through my head, thoughts of my father and his crew, thought of my friends, my own crew, and thoughts of all their families, all the memorial masses over the years, all the tears after the years.

“GOD,” I cried, “is this really happening?”

Here is a link to the story From a Rockland ME Newspaper

The bow of the oil tanker MT Virgo is shown on Sunday Aug. 12, 2001 CP PHOTO/Melanie Boyce

It was September 1978 that Joe’s Father and his crew on The Captain Cosmo were lost to the sea. Greg Cook details the events and more about the families lives that were devastated in that loss on his blog entry from his Gloucester Times Article

Greg Writes-
I wrote the article about the Captain Cosmo for The Gloucester Daily Times in 2003. The occasion was the 25th anniversary of the boat’s disappearance. (That February, I also wrote a big, two-part article for the Gloucester Times about the 25th anniversary of the loss of the Can Do.) Many folks were kind enough to talk to me about the tragedy. I tracked down family members of each of the men lost on the Captain Cosmo, as well as a couple skippers of other boats who were in touch with the Captain Cosmo during that voyage. I dug through all the old newspaper clippings I could find. And I asked the Coast Guard for anything they had too, but I don’t recall that turning up anything, or at least anything much. I was 30 then, and had been writing for newspapers around the North Shore for several years, and had learned a few things about reporting and telling stories. And I did my best to tell the astonishing and sad tale of the loss of that ship.

Overdue

25 years ago the Captain Cosmo disappeared

September 10, 2003

The Coast Guard began searching for the dragger Captain Cosmo around midday that Monday after the skipper’s wife reported that the 86-foot-long ship and its six-man crew were overdue from a week-long fishing trip to Georges Bank. The ship had been expected home that Friday or Saturday, 25 years ago this week, because 21-year-old deck hand Benjamin “Benny” Interrante of Gloucester, Mass., had to be back to attend the wedding of his oldest sister, Rosemarie, that Saturday. “So he wasn’t really supposed to take this trip,” Interrante’s mother Mary says. “I told him to take the trip off.” But Interrante told his mother that the skipper, Cosmo Marcantonio, had promised he would bring him for the wedding rehearsal on Friday, even if he didn’t have a full catch. But then a big storm blew up on George’s Bank that Friday. “I had a weird feeling when he didn’t come in on Friday and Saturday,” Mary says. “I kept calling the skipper’s wife. Something didn’t feel right.” The boat’s tardiness cast a pall over Rosemarie’s wedding in Gloucester Saturday. Everyone who came through the receiving line told Mary, “He’s going to make it. Benny’s going to make it.” That Monday, Sept. 11, 1978, Coast Guardsmen telephoned around the city’s waterfront and contacted other New England ports but couldn’t locate the ship. That afternoon, two Coast Guard planes flew over the course the dragger might have taken home to Gloucester from its last known position about 180 miles east of Cape Cod, but they found no sign of the vessel.

“The first time (Cosmo) went out on a boat he went fishing with my uncle Busty Scola when he was 9 years old, on the J.B. Jr.,” Marcantonio’s brother Joe says. “Summertime he went with my uncle. He loved fishing. I think he was about 17 when he took his first command of a boat, the Estrella. He loved the sea. That’s all he thought of.” Growing up, Marcantonio spent a lot of time with his grandmother on Commercial Street in the Fort, even though his family lived on Prospect Street. He loved visiting the old Sicilian neighborhood. Cosmo attended St. Ann’s School and then played quarterback for the Gloucester High School football team, but he quit school after two years to go fishing. His father and uncles were all fishermen. He and Joe went down to Cape May, N.J., in the early 1970s to pick up the ship that became the Captain Cosmo. She was an eastern-rig trawler, painted black with white trim. The pilot house was at the rear of the long narrow, two-masted ship. The 36-year-old Magnolia resident usually tied up the 35-year-old ship at Star Fisheries where Captain Carlo’s now is located on Harbor Loop. Sometimes he moored near the Gloucester House restaurant. Mike Linquata, the owner of the Gloucester House, says Marcantonio commandeered one of the bar stools from the restaurant and put it in the Captain Cosmo’s pilot house so he wouldn’t have to stand all the time when he was steering. Six Gloucester men were aboard the vessel when she steamed out of Gloucester on Saturday, Sept. 2, 1978: Marcantonio; Interrante; John Burnham, 33; Salvatore Barry Grover, 30; Vito Misuraca, 61; and Jerome “Smoky” Pallazola, 50. They all helped on deck. Grover also cooked. Pallazola — Marcantonio’s first cousin — was the engineer. The wooden boat was loaded with fishing gear, ice, diesel fuel and provisions for about 10 days of fishing. It also carried a life raft, which had been recently checked by the Coast Guard, and floating, insulated survival suits.
To read the rest of Greg’s blog entry click here

Tears In First Parish

Posted on August 2, 2016 by Kathy Clark

Everyday when I come in to the cemetery off Centennial the piles of dog poop are growing in number and size.  Evidently cleaning up the First Parish and Clark cemeteries has opened up a new dog park as well as a short cut and easy access to the party center in the back corner of Clark.

I was cleaning marble fragments in hopes of finding the missing pieces of our Douglass family graves.  Didn’t find any new engravings, just blank pieces.  I sat on the ground next to our cousin William who gave his life as a Union Soldier.  There was a fresh pile of dog poop on his grave.

A lady walked into the cemetery with two dogs.  I asked her if she had bags to pick up after her dogs who were clearly in the cemetery to do their job.  She took offense and said there were bags in her satchel.  She let the dogs off the leash to run all over the place.  Then a lady came in from Oval Park and let her three dogs go.  I watched one of the dogs poop.  After some time I decided to walk over to Clark. I passed the nice fresh poop from lady number two.

As I neared the wall to go into Clark.  The women came out with all five dogs on the loose.  Lady number two practically ran for the Oval Park exit, calling Rufus and Nellie as she went.  Lady number one headed back to Centennial, all the while muttering about me being crazy and mocking the way I was standing with my hands on my hips.   (Sorry lady, my back was hurting from weed chopping.)

Thus, the tears.  I am not asking for thanks for what I do, but I don’t like being disrespected and treated like some kind of weirdo.

Welcome To Cape Ann Community Bulletin Board

Joey C ~

A place where non-profit Cape Ann organizations can post press releases directly and then those press releases will be reposted to http://www.goodmorninggloucester.com . This is not an advertising space for businesses, fitness or wellness organizations, or music listings.

The web address will be http://www.capeanncommunity.com

To have your community organization news posted here, contact Joey C who will grant access for you to post directly.

Winhover Diner En Couleur Sous la pleine lune AoÛt (under the August full moon) Annual Summer fundraiser Thursday, august 18, 2016 6:00 – 8:00 pm

August 4, 2016 ~

Featuring mini dance performances by the Paul Taylor 2 Dance

Company, Carol Earle, Sarah Slifer Swift plus live music

Come and enjoy this sumptuous event on the idyllic grounds of Windhover,

257R Granite Street, Rockport, MA, 01966

Bring your own picnic dinner (with settings) and join us at our extravagant

white-clothed tables arrayed with flowers.  Toast the enchanted performances with a complimentary glass of champagne and chocolate-dipped strawberries!

Walk away with one of our wonderful gift baskets that will be raffled off!

Admission donation is $25 per person. Dress is colorful festive.

Please make a reservation, by sending a check to Windhover, PO Box 2249, Rockport, MA, 01966

or online (through PayPal) at windhover.org  (a 501(c)3 non-profit)

For more information, contact Lisa Hahn, windhover@verizon.net or (978) 546-3611

New West Parish Elementary School Open House Sunday August 28th, 2016

Image ~ August 4, 2016

Music on Meetinghouse Green to Benefit the Angel Opioid Program (P.A.A.R.I.)

August 4, 2016 ~ Rose

Willie Alexander and the Raztones in Free Concert, Friday, August 5, 6:00 pm to 8:30 pm

Corner of Middle and Church Streets, Gloucester, MA

From the Lost, a 60′s garage-band that made a couple of records for Capitol, to the psychedelic late-60′s Bagatelle, to a brief stint in the post-Lou Reed Velvet Underground, the Boom Boom Band in the punk 70′s, which recorded for MCA, to an introspective take on the 80′s recording for the French label New Rose, and renewed band energy in the 90′s with the Persistence of Memory Orchestra, Willie has maintained a consistently high level of emotional and artistic integrity.

This is concert five in a series of nine free outdoor concerts presented by the Gloucester Meetinghouse Foundation.   The family-friendly concert begins at 6 pm. Bring a picnic, folding chairs or blankets. In case of rain, the event will take place inside the Meetinghouse (no food or drink permitted inside.) 

The Angel Opioid Program (P.A.A.R.I.) is the nationally acclaimed program started in Gloucester by Chief of Police Leonard Campanello.  Donations to this innovative and courageous program to help combat the epidemic of drug addiction will be gratefully accepted during the concert.

So many people telling me they can’t find the link.

So here it is- The worlds greatest invention that everyone I know who got one absolutely loves theirs and can’t believe they’ve lived this long without-

Here’s the link to get one with two different style lids, one open and one with a locking lid- Buy it on Amazon by clicking this link $17.95

They are just like the YETI ones that sell for three times as much and only give you the one non-locking lid. $17.95 is like stealing this 30 oz tumbler!

I was shoveling bait Sunday morning and when I tipped over a barrel of salted pogies the barrell hit just right and sents a stream of rotten pogie juice up onto my chest and in my face.

It stung pretty badly and I ran to the lobster tanks to flush out my eyes and wash off my face but THAT STINK!

It was all over my shirt and the smell was just emanating straight up into my nostrils.  Make you wanna puke kinda smell.

Just so happens Paulie couldn’t have had better timing.  he brought me this fresh new Art, Rocks! Dry Fit T-Shirt, thank Paulie!

Stinky Shirt-

Nice Fresh Art, Rocks! Shirt-

Welcome To Cape Ann Community Bulletin Board

Joey C ~

A place where non-profit Cape Ann organizations can post press releases directly and then those press releases will be reposted to http://www.goodmorninggloucester.com . This is not an advertising space for businesses, fitness or wellness organizations, or music listings.

The web address will be http://www.capeanncommunity.com

To have your community organization news posted here, contact Joey C who will grant access for you to post directly.

Maritime Saturday August 6th, 2016 At the Gloucester Marine Railways

Image ~ August 3, 2016 ~ middlestwalk

Position with Backyard Growers!

August 2, 2016 ~ backyardgrowersgloucester

We have a NEW OPENING at Backyard Growers for a Youth Education Coordinator through MassLIFT-AmeriCorps.  The Youth Education Coordinator will help the BYG team develop and grow school programming and youth-focused community programming throughout Gloucester.

Please read below and visit our website and masslift.org for more information.  The position begins Aug 29, so apply ASAP!

NEW! MassLIFT-AmeriCorps Position with Backyard Growers: Youth Education Coordinator

Since 2010 Backyard Growers has helped reshape Gloucester’s relationship with food by providing vegetable gardens at schools, organizations, and homes, and by offering ongoing resources, support, and learning opportunities so people can become successful growers. Our goal is to create life-long gardeners inspired by the power of growing one’s own food. Backyard Growers has served over 130 low to moderate income households, 7 organizations and housing communities, and the entire Gloucester school district.

Please visit Backyard Growers website to learn more about our programs.

Backyard Growers is accepting applications for an additional MassLIFT service member for the 2016-2017 service year to serve as a Youth Education Coordinator.

The Massachusetts Land Initiative for Tomorrow (MassLIFT), an AmeriCorps program managed by Mount Grace Land Conservation Trust, is a collaborative effort of regional conservation organizations (including urban conservation and gardening efforts). Members carry out capacity building projects; educate or train individuals in environmental stewardship; manage community volunteers engaged in land conservation activities; and identify new people to participate in education, recreation, or service opportunities that address land conservation needs.

Members serve as: Land Stewardship Coordinator, Regional Conservation Coordinator, Youth Education Coordinator, or Community Engagement Coordinator.

These full-time AmeriCorps positions get a living stipend, an education award, and other benefits. Our 2016-17 program runs from 8/29/16 – 7/28/17.

Application specifics, position descriptions, and info about organizations hosting MassLIFT members can be found at masslift.org.

Applications will be accepted until all positions are filled.  Interviews will begin ASAP.

AmeriCorps programs provide equal service opportunities. MassLIFT will recruit and select persons in all positions to ensure a diverse and inclusive climate without regard to any particular status. We encourage applications from individuals with disabilities and will provide reasonable accommodations for interviews and service upon request.

MassLIFT-AmeriCorps is a grant program of the Corporation for National and Community Service: nationalservice.gov.

FREE EVENT: Family Community Pizza Party!

August 1, 2016 ~ epdsfrontdesk

SAVE THE DATE! AUGUST 8TH! 4 pm to 7pm at Eastern Point Day School (8 Farrington Ave, near Niles Beach)

This  FREE EVENT is being hosted by EPDS! Join us for Storytime, facepainting & kids games and activities!

*Bring chairs and blankets*

CATA Wednesday Mall Bus

August 1, 2016 ~ fswebb

Each Wednesday, CATA provides bus service to a different shopping center off Cape Ann for senior and disabled customers. 

• 1st Wednesday     WalMart
• 2nd Wednesday    Christmas Tree Shops
• 3rd Wednesday     Trader Joe’s
• 4th (& 5th) Wednesday     Liberty Tree & North Shore Malls

The bus picks up at the Rockport Senior Center at 9:30am and the Gloucester Senior Center at 9:45am.  The bus returns to town starting at 1pm.  The cost is $5 round trip. 

Please call 978-283-7916 for additional information.

Happy Shopping Rockport Gloucester Mall bus Flyer – AUGUST 2016