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We know that recharging that smart phone is essential to keeping up with the Kardashians (and the Duggers and the latest on the Ashley Madison rumors).

Therefore the following tip on how to keep that smart phone loaded with amps.

At night, just after you turn off the TV and before you go to bed, take a two quart plastic container (I prefer to use the ones that Wonton soup comes in from the Chinese restaurant) and place it under an electrical wall socket (any wall socket will do). We all know that there are very small spikes in the flow of current to your home. These spikes…

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The Self and the Cosmos

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The Cosmos

You may think that this post is my attempt at erudition of the reader.

Far from it my friends; this post is about my ego.

So here is what happened.

I was sitting on my patio looking into the western sky. I thought it was western but possibly it could have been southwestern.

In either case I noticed two things.

First, my snifter of ‘Grand Marnier’ was getting empty faster than normal.

Second, a star that I was watching moved about 1 degree in roughly 8 minutes.

I had doubts about the effects of nature upon my snifter but I had no doubts that the star had moved. So I located the moon and watched it for 8 minutes.

Viola! It also moved about the same number of degrees.

SO! How did I measure the degrees? I drew an imaginary line from the ground straight upward to the star (or…

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The Courtroom of Love

The teacher writ him a memorable rote,

The prosecutor wrote a writ to note:

“He committed very horrible crimes,

And then insisted they were rhymes.”

Poet read the writ and then he stated;

“Dear prosecutor, if only you had waited,

“Teacher told Mother I was, “very bright,”

That’s the main reason that I write.”

Crimes against humanity “simply awful,”

Writ the prosecutor, “quite unlawful,”

“Assault and battery on the public ears,

raising trepidation and auditory fears.”

Poet’s crafty counsel quickly replied,

“My dear client, he was roped and tied,

“He is innocent like you and me,

He wished to please, can’t you see?”

Prosecutor demanded, with a curse,

“Why didn’t he try to write ‘free verse’?”

Poet stood up and addressed the jury,

“Do I look like I’m in a hurry?”

Continuing on Poet said,

“Free verse writers are not too kind,

memories should remain within the mind.

I am not concerned with saving

‘Time – – – in a Bottle’

to borrow words from another being,

the time is lost, hear ‘Cat in the Cradle’  or

‘Tears That Stain’,

in the East; maybe even more so than the West.

Can’t you hear? Can’t you hear?

The songs continue to beat my mind.

Beat my mind, beat my – – – – oh God – – – tunes beat my mind.”

And silence fell on the courtroom of memories.

The prosecutor made a second plea;

“Then we must charge you with crimes of the heart.”

Poet replied “Then let us start, I have never stolen love – – – let alone a heart;   

– – – – – – that I remember.”

Memories flowed, the voids in Poets mind suddenly filled with guilt.


“Where are the pleasant memories?”  Poet beseeched the empty courtroom

Where are all the Spanish songs we used to hear, and love, and then play again

– – – – – – and then make love once more?

Where is my Chicatita?  Where did our song go?

You are here,        yet you are not.

Did 1962 disappear?    –      –     –     –    –                 

Not to me, not to me, not to me.

The Caribbean,   did it disappear?    Neither that,    nor our music,     nor my love.



You are here and yet somewhere else.

Maybe you are in some other time, long ago.

Is that where you are? Have you returned to the sugar cane fields in Hormigeros with Mamacita and Popi?

Or are you in the fuzzy remnants of playing with friends on Calle Victoria?



Prosecutor sat back and thought aloud,

“Boy this poet is really proud,

He thinks he can, and then he does,

Free verse, strangely, just because.

It is in his heart and in his mind,

I’ll drop the charges; I’m so kind!”

Poet thanked him, then went out the door,

With tears on his cheeks, and on the floor.

Sometimes silly, at other times sad,

I think the Poet, is going quite mad.


© Copyright – Waldo Tomosky


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I met him 52 years ago

I married him 50 years ago

I met him again yesterday

And the day before that

And last week

And last year


 My sons drop in

But I cannot say their names

I am afraid I will mix them up

So I say nothing

I nod

And attempt a smile

Not convincingly

I am sure.


Do they know that I know?

Do they know how unhappy it makes me?



But not sad all the time

From my chair I

Sometimes visit San German

I see my Momi and Popi

I see my friends.


There is Sally and Fredi

Wanda and Margarita

Sally’s brother Poppy

Don’t forget Tonita!


There are others

I forget their names

We all belonged to “Club Indio”

The club met on Sally’s front steps

Or Somewhere on Calle Victoria.


Later we had boyfriends


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The answer to that question immediately follows.

News 1

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McNaughton House

Old Blast furnace

So that is what is going on up in Tahawus, NY.

Here is a look at the nice old ghost town before they started “refurbishing” it.

The following is a picture of the mine tailings that someone hopes to recycle.



Mine Tailings


I hope you realize that they have not stopped monkeying around with “MY” Adirondacks.

Probably never will.

Well, that is it. Thank you for coming to my cabin and visiting. It had been a long time since I pulled all those old photos out of my old “TEA CABINET.” Thank God the mice didn’t get in there and make nests out of them.

They do that, you know.

If I run across Dunning, Nessmuk or Old Mountain Phelps I will tell them you said “Hello.”

You be good now and keep an eye out for that old mountain lion; I hear he is still roaming around these parts.

 The End

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The next two days will be long.

Not for me, but rather for you – – – that is – – – if you read the whole thing.

Just a warning. Don’t become alarmed. Well – – – not yet anyway.

Today we will discuss the past. Tomorrow we will discuss the future.



Summer Light

I open this story with the only three things I can remember from my childhood; defined here as five years of age or younger.

First, and least important, I remember being in my crib and a man was looking through my window.

Second, and relatively unimportant, I fell into a swamp and almost drowned.

Third, and most importantly, I asked my mother who I was before I was me.

She almost went bezerk.

TAD Obit

Now that we have the “possibly important facts” out of the way let us look at my stories in this book.

First, it started out as just a bunch of vintage Adirondack prints from the mid-1800′s.

Then I realized these prints needed a spokesman; so I invented Tahauwas, a take-off on “Tahawus” the original name of Mt. Marcy.

Tahauwas’ job was to keep the Adirondacks, in our memory if not in reality, as they originally were. They were left in our care by someone (I think it was God but you can put whoever you want in his place).

TAD Obit2

My stories have normally centered around “others.”

But this one is all about me.

This was originally intended to be short. In fact, it turned out to be the longest one in this series.The facts are as follows. They came to light as I looked for additional 1800′s Adirondack Mountain prints.

Those are all my confessions. Now we get on with the facts

First I was using MOA, the Making Of America, a digital Cornell University site.


As you can see I was looking at a September, 1859 issue of Harper’s New Monthly Magazine. I had homed in on “A Forest Story” written by T. Addison (full name T. Addison Richards).

TAD Harpers

Now you must remember that I am really “Tomosky” parading as “Tahauwas.” Why I decided to spell Tahawus as Tahauwas is beyond me. But Tahauwas I am, named after the Mountain that some fools renamed Mt. Marcy.

Well – – – let’s just let that go and not dwell on what they have done.

Let’s concentrate on my story; which I must admit, is terribly disjointed at this moment.

Something popped out of the page at me. It was the Adirondack Guide Tahawus who I was supposed to be.

I existed before I now exist.


TAD Story 1

As the story opens the writer, T. Addison Richards, finds himself in the midst of the thick Adirondack undergrowth and already misses the guide he found at Saranac. In the third paragraph of the story we find that the guide’s name is Tahawus.

But I am Tahauwas the Adirondack Guide. How could T. Addison Richards know such a fact seventy-eight years before I was born; 1938. Or maybe I should be asking myself how did I know I was someone “before I was me?” And how did I know I was to be Tahauwas?

But, on the other hand, what did T. Addison Richards know about Tahawus?

TAD Story 2

Ah yes! Addison’s view of me was that I was mercurial and would have been worse had not the beauty of the Adirondack Woods smoothed out my rough edges; he termed me a “misanthrope.” He also assumed I had made my village sweetheart, “Polly Ann”, into a scornful person.


TAD Story 3

But then, much to Addison’s grief, he and his companion lose sight of the Mountain Trail and become lost. Now what does Addison do? He quickly reverses his viewpoint of me and knows that I would be of help. He almost sounds like he is in the middle of an atonement.

Desperate people do desperate things.

TAD Story 4

And through the night the men worried that there would be no survival. They had fired their guns, the normal signal for those lost, but to no avail. It was a fitful night. But then – – –

TAD Story 5

Now it is really getting scary. How did T. Addison Richards know that I had a close fishing and hunting pal by the name of Wescott? Not only did “my Wescott” know the Adirondacks but he was a 49′r; one of those people who climbed all 49 of the tallest Adirondack peaks.

There I was, reading what was supposed to be a nice North Woods story and looking at beautiful old prints but instead wondering if I am alive now or was I alive then – – – or yet – – – maybe both.

However, “A Forest Story” continued on. The two recently found men and the two guides, Tahawus and Wescott, are walking through the woods to their destination. A voice is heard and it is not a man’s.

TAD Story 6

Tahawus defended the capabilities of women in these forests. Following through, he suggested that they travel together. The party now numbered eight or nine, depending on whether you counted the hired help.

TAD Story 7

The troupe of eight thought they would see the whole of the area around the McIntyre Iron Works.

TAD McIntyre

TAD Story 8

TAD iron works village

The party of eight followed their hearts to the following areas.

TAD Collage

Now, as it turns out, the hired help is named Marianna. The ladies that she serves are quite inept in a canoe and can only catch fish when there are so many that the fish put themselves on the hook.

Marianna, in her apparent haste to learn the way of the North Woods, becomes a little to familiar with her watercraft and falls out. Tahawus comes to her rescue and pulls her into his skiff. Eyes meet and then glance to see if anyone has noticed.

On the next outing Tahawus shoots at their supper, a deer, but only wounds it. Marianna stands up in his skiff, grabs a gun and dispatches the deer with one shot.

TAD Deer hunt

Tahawus, or was it I, did not become irate at the situation. Just the opposite, he lauded her shooting and awarded the deer to her even though his first shot had wounded it.

In the end the party decided that the ascension of Mount Marcy would be the crowning glory of their newly combined group.

TAD mountain climb

The view of the Santoni Range was marvelous.

TAD Santoni Range

Addison Richards decided that before the group departed he had to make a good farewell to Tahawus. It was not a farewell he took lightly. However, Tahawus had company.

TAD Story 9

And then T. Addison Richards, assuming that Tahawus was abandoning Polly Ann, attempted to make light of the uncomfortable situation.

TAD Story 10

So now we know that Tahawus was not mercurial nor a cad. We know that Marianna and Polly Ann were one and the same, and, as a bonus, she was already familiar with the North Woods.

Where does that leave me – – – and poor Wescott who never asked to be part of this story? He never poked around in old documents.

The only thing that I can advise you is don’t poke around in things that you have no business poking around in.

TAD Image

Am I Tomosky? Am I Tahawus? Or is this experience telling me I am T. Addison Richards? We are both writers separated by over one hundred years. Well – – – he is an artist – – – and an author – – – I write words; there is a big difference.


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I helped build this private cottage. It was one of the last buildings that I worked on. That is me, way over there on the right hand side, sitting on top of a stump. These are the first guests of the cottage owner. He just opened it up, brand new. I stay in the groundskeeper section of the place. That is my new job. I can’t do heavy work any longer. I have my own private door.

Private Cottage

I have no idea what these people were thinking.

Look at those fancy dresses and hats on the ladies. And the guys are dressed up in their finest also. That fellow on the left has his knickers and a fine looking sport coat. The older guy, I can’t remember his name right now, he has a suit and a bowler hat. He is a guest of the owner. Why they dress like this to come up to the woods is beyond me.

I think the crisscross hemlock work on the porch railing adds a little Adirondack class to the cottage. The matching crisscross work around the foundation finishes it off.

I think we made a big mistake on the foundation. I wanted to use fieldstone like I had on the other cottages and lodges that I worked on. I am not sure who made the final decision to use Black Swamp Pine. Now usually Black Swamp Pine is fine. If it is kept under water it will never rot. That is why we use it for some of the work around the docks.

But see right there? Under each jointed section where the logs meet each other. Those are Black Swamp Pine foundation pillars. If the ground stays wet the pillars will last for years. But I don’t think that ground is going to be very wet with the building standing over it; especially with those nice wide eves on the roof.

I have to say that the choice of leaded glass windows was a nice touch. They only broke two of them when the buckboard brought them in. The owner hired a fellow from Utica to come up and re-lead the new glass panes.

He got the window job done but lost all his earnings in a poker game that evening.

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I like Little Moose Lake. Maybe it is because that is where I kissed my first city girl.

That was just before the civil war.

On the other hand there is the Adirondack League. I will just leave it at that.

I don’t want to start another civil war. Especially with people of power.

Little Moose

A quote or two may be more appropriate:

1890 – Rome Semi-Weekly Citizen, Newspaper

“The North Woods,” July 12, 1890.

“One of the largest deals is the way of an Adirondack preserve is that recently consummated by the organization of the Adirondack League Club, which has bought the Anson Blake tract of about 100,000 acres. It includes nearly all of Jock’s Lake, the upper end only being outside the tract. The preserve lies in both Hamilton and Herkimer counties. It is covered with an unbroken growth of valuable timber. The present owners of the tract are to convey it to the club for about $500,000 and it has been on the market for $1.25 an acre. The five hundred shares are to be sold to the members of the company for $1,000 a share.”

”An effort is being made to extend the Herkimer, Newport & Poland railroad into the preserve and make it standard gauge. Recently the agents of the league posted notices throughout the preserve warning against trespassing. They read as follows:

Notice. All persons not members of the Adirondack League Club are hereby forbidden to hunt, fish, or trespass upon these lands, or any lands forming part of the tract known as the Anson Blake tract. All persons not members of the said club found hunting, fishing or trespassing on said premises will be prosecuted according to law.”

Adirondack League Club, O. L. Snyder, Secretary.

“It is believed every share of the originators of the scheme dispose of over 200 will be clear gain. The certificate of incorporation, which was filed in the office of the county clerk of New York county June 18, names the following trustees: Mills W. Barse, Ole L. Snyder, Warner Miller, Mark (Brick) M. Pomeroy, Robert C. Alexander, Henry C. Squires, Warren Higley, Henry Patten, Abraham G. Mills, DeWitt C. Lefevre, and Alexander R. Harper.”


I think that paints the picture.

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