RattleBag and Rhubarb

Attention at Poughkeepsie

“Attention at Poughkeepsie” is how announcements begin over the sound system at Poughkeepsie station. Trains and stations have nothing at all to do with this post although Poughkeepsie has an extremely nice station – built into a rockface and designed by the same people who gave us New York’s Grand Central. No, this post has to do with the signs…

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Food, My Poetry, RattleBag and Rhubarb

Thank You Poughkeepsie Farm Project

This is a shout-out to all the farmers, staff, and administration at the Poughkeepsie Farm Project (PFP). Thank you for all the great produce this year and for making the weekly pick-up of veggies the highlight of the hunkered week!. COVID-19 be damned. Veggies A to Z:  A Shadorma Chain  for the PFP Acorn squash and baby bok choy, cilantro…

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Art, Books, Politics, RattleBag and Rhubarb

Kate Millett, Eng Lit and the The Farm in Poughkeepsie

There are pockets of Poughkeepsie that still have a rural look and feel. Cows graze and the corn is ripe for harvest. Old Overlook Road is one of them. It’s under fifteen minutes from my house and today I went to pay tribute to its most famous resident – Kate Millett who died in Paris last week. In 1970 Millett…

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Education, RattleBag and Rhubarb

Everyone is a Maker: Resources for Educators

There’s a new book available it’s packed with practical ideas for teachers from teachers: Meaningful Making: Projects and Inspirations for FabLabs and Makerspaces. And even better it’s available as a free download. You can’t beat that for a bargain. The book is an initiative from the FabLearn Fellows who are part of a larger project sponsored by the National Science Foundation entitled “Infusing Learning Sciences Research…

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Poetry, RattleBag and Rhubarb

“Suddenly there’s Poughkeepsie”

Suddenly there’s Poughkeepsie what a hard time the Hudson River has had trying to get to the sea it seemed easy enough to rise out of Tear of the Cloud and tumble and jumps   draining a swamp here and and other smaller longings for the wide except for its spelling ocean sixty miles away is that town every day and…

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