Roland O. Randall, III

Roland O. Randall, III, 57, of Hanson formerly of Wareham, died Saturday, July 19th at Signature Healthcare Brockton Hospital. He was the husband of Bertha F. (Haskell) Randall.

Born in Wareham, he was the son of the late Jean (Baxter) and Roland O. Randall, Jr. A graduate of Old Rochester Regional High School, Mr. Randall worked for Del’s Taxi in Wareham, Tobey Hospital, Allstate Aluminum in Wareham and most recently for Lite Control in Plympton.

Mr. Randall was a Bruins fan and enjoyed watching NASCAR racing.

Survivors include his wife Bertha; his son, Jason E. Randall of Fall River; three grandchildren, Jaden J. Souza and Evan B. and Elisa B. Randall; four sisters, Virginia Leach of Wareham, Alice Briggs of Marion, Patricia Briggs of NY and Darlene Pittsley of Rochester.

Relatives and friends are invited to visit at the Chapman, Cole & Gleason Funeral Home, 2599 Cranberry Highway (Rt. 28), Wareham on Wednesday, July 23rd from 5 to 8 p.m. Interment in Center Cemetery, Wareham will be held at a later date.

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Wings of Gold

Lieutenant Junior Grade Erin E. Coulter of the United States Navy was one of fourteen distinguished officers to earn “Wings of Gold” during a naval aviator designation ceremony that took place on June 27, 2014 at the Naval Air Station in Kingsville, Texas. Erin is a 2007 graduate of the Old Rochester Regional High School and grew up in Mattapoisett prior to moving to Grand Forks, ND to complete a bachelor’s degree in Commercial Aviation.

The Naval Aviator designation ceremony marks the culmination of two years of specialized training, which prepares officers for the rigorous demands of aerial combat and carrier operations – earning the title of “Naval Aviator” and the right to wear the coveted “Wings of Gold.”

Coulter completed Officer Candidate School in Newport, Rhode Island and Aviation Preflight Indoctrination at the Naval Air Station in Pensacola, Florida. Following this initial training, she moved to Vance Air Force Base in Enid, Oklahoma for primary flight training in the T-6A Texan II. Upon completion of primary flight training, Erin was selected for the Tail Hook pipeline, which comprises carrier-based squadrons of pilots. Coulter moved to Naval Air Station Kingsville, Texas, and was assigned to the VT-22 Golden Eagles, Training Air Wing Two, to complete intermediate and advanced strike training. Coulter carrier qualified in the T-45C on board the USS Theodore Roosevelt (CVN-71) on June 8, 2014. The newly designated “Naval Aviator” will now move on to Naval Air Station Lemoore, California to begin training on her new platform, the Super Hornet, F/A-18 E/F.

100 Years of the Cape Cod Canal

Join the Mattapoisett Historical Society and Seth Mendell as he relates the history of this fascinating waterway right on our door step on Wednesday, July 23 at 7:00 pm at the Mattapoisett Free Public Library, 7 Barstow Street, Mattapoisett. Seth’s comments will include:

- Around the Cape or across the isthmus

- August Belmont and the Cape Cod Construction Company

- President Roosevelt and Mattapoisett’s Mrs. Hamlin at opening ceremony 1914

- 1928 the Federal Government takes over

- Army Corps of Engineers – new entrance, new bridges and wider canal

- WWII German submarines and the fortification of Buzzards Bay and the canal

- Cleveland’s Ledge Light and “Uncle Cleve”

A thousand years before the white man came, the Wampanoag called the path across the isthmus “The Trail of the Burden Carrier.” Today thousands of ships carry millions of tons of goods across the same trail as those Native Americans trod.

The Summer Job

As an enterprising kid, I was always looking for and finding ways to make a little money. Whether it was doing errands for a neighbor, collecting bottles (before the advent of aluminum cans), or simply searching for forgotten change in phone booths (for those of you who remember such a thing), the urge to get my hands on cash of any denomination was paramount in my juvenile brain.

My primary goal for getting some cash in my piggy bank was to buy Christmas gifts for my parents. As I got a bit older, I became more self-centered. I wanted the latest fashions. My Mother’s practicality didn’t lend itself to the Mod fashions from across the pond. The British invasion was all encompassing. I wanted mini-skirts and empire waist dresses, chunky high-heeled shoes, and white lipstick. Earning my own money meant that I could invest as I pleased and I lusted for clothing.

The Onset of my youth offered numerous summertime employment opportunities. Those girls and boys who were hired to work the seasonal eateries or bag groceries at one of the two markets were looked upon as having achieved a higher status on the ladder of life. They had good paying jobs from Memorial Day until Labor Day. I aspired to join their ranks. Minimum wage as I recall was around $1.00 per hour – bonanza, and I’m not talking about the TV show.

Our home was in the center of that village, giving me easy access to The Copper Kettle, Karen’s Bakery, the 5 & 10, Polanski’s beach stand, and other retail and food venues. Most were seasonal jobs, but if you were lucky enough to be hired at the 5 & 10, well, then you could be sitting pretty until you graduated from high school. Of course, that’s if you were able to pass muster of the owner and his vigilant manager. The manager was a formidable chain-smoking woman standing about 4’ 2”, weighing 90 pounds, with a drill sergeant-like quality honed from years of being a Girl Scout leader.

When I was 14, I applied for and was issued a work permit. More prized than a learner’s permit, it opened doors where money could be earned. It was time to let the world know I was ready. I walked the few hundred feet to the top of our street and asked the owner of the bakery if I could work there. Seeing something in me that I didn’t see in myself at the time, I was hired. Or, perhaps it wasn’t so much an earnest quality of hard work and industry that oozed from my pores, maybe it was something more akin to desperation. At any rate, there were ten more teenage girls waiting to fill my sneakers if I failed; I just happened to be the first in line.

Things I remember clearly about that summer at the bakery are: getting up at 6:00 am every day of the week to start working by 6:45, the smell of hot bubbling vats of oil emitting from the back of the bakery, making coffee in an ancient electric urn, cleaning glass display cases where the mouth-watering freshly fried donuts and pastries were placed. The skill most prized by the baker’s wife was learning how to keep the glass free of fingerprints by using newspaper and straight ammonia. The smell of ammonia evokes long forgotten memories of nylon uniforms, hairnets, and an apron heavy with small change.

Oh, but there’s more: learning early on that a smile – no matter how difficult to produce at such an early hour – equated to an extra nickel or dime left on the counter for my tip, being prompt meant taking home greasy bags of leftover jelly-filled or plain donuts enjoyed by my family, tiny custard filled pies or what the baker’s wife called a ‘bride’s maid,’ a type of pastry shaped like an over-sized ravioli and filled with crushed almonds, brown sugar and secret succulent ingredients.

I loved that job and became pretty good friends with the owner’s two teenagers, a girl and a boy. These two kids were of course required to work in the bakery all summer, shoulder to shoulder with their parents. The boy worked in the backroom where hundreds of donuts and sweets were produced everyday. The girl worked either in the kitchen over the grill scrambling eggs or in the front with her mother and me working the take-out area or filling coffee mugs at the counter. Those kids never ever complained about spending their entire summer sweating bullets in the bakery.

In my unsophisticated brain, I believed that they and I were on equal footing, even though their parents owned the place. My thinking was permanently corrected when towards the end of the summer, the boy and I started to ‘like’ each other. His parents were tolerant of our longing looks and budding puppy love, I thought. When he asked their permission to take me to a movie, he was roundly refused and told within ear-shot of me by his father, “No, you may not take her to the movies or anywhere else. She’s from Onset.” I hadn’t known that this family owned several bakeries and were partners in other businesses and that their children attended private school in the Boston area and were being groomed for great things. I, on the other hand, had already achieved my highest goal to date. I was working for them. Suffice it to say, I moved on, my wounded pride to mend.

Between the ages of 14 and 18, I tried my hand at just about everything available. At The Copper Kettle, I learned to serve coffee without spilling any of it in the saucer. The trick is not to look at the contents of the cup. Try it at home. It works! I learned to write a food order clearly so the short order cook could read it and then gently haunt him to hurry up since the customer was waiting. I learned to start and complete one job at a time, so if I was filling salt shakers, I was to do all of them in a single go and not be distracted by the many other things waiting to be filled, cleaned, degreased, or replaced.

I scooped ice cream at the beach eatery where I also fried onion rings, French fries and clams. It surprised me to learn that the lard the owners used stayed in the fryolator year round. Apparently the board of health wasn’t fully engaged in the early ‘60s.

One fall, when kids in town were leaving for college or securing full-time employment in such far-flung places as downtown Wareham, Plymouth or Hyannis, or worse yet being drafted into the military, I scored a prized position at the 5 & 10. Joy of joys, this meant year-round employment. This variety store was a cornucopia of do-dads, pencils, first aid supplies, clothing, pots and pans, comic books and so much more. I learned how to use a manual cash register with ease, make change and count it back, bag merchandise, provide customer service, and stay busy. If it was slow in the store, staying busy became the most important thing to do. If you weren’t busy, you’d be sent home. I’d dust bottles of hand lotion, line up rulers, fold and refold sweatshirts, straighten up greeting cards and take inventory without being asked.

The following summer when they hired another girl with whom my dealings were, let’s just say, not cordial, she began a slow but steady smear campaign against me with the “Sarge.” It didn’t help matters that I was starting to develop that nasty teen habit of having an attitude. When I picked up my weekly earnings (paid in cash and presented in a small brown envelope with the following week’s schedule), I was shocked. Nothing had been written on the envelope. When I inquired about my hours, I was told quietly but firmly by the Sarge, “You don’t like working here anymore. Thank you.” Talk about Jedi-mind-control, suddenly it was true.

At some point in my career, I worked for about a month in the office of the local GP, Doctor Goldfarb. More accurately, I worked for his wife, Edith. As they awaited a replacement secretary, I was hired to do some typing. There was something about these two that endeared them to me. They weren’t overly warm or friendly, but they possessed a sort of gentle kindness.

Edith ran the business end of the medical practice but had never learned how to type. During my stint in their office she’d sit beside me and tell me the names and addresses of the patients. I carefully, but not too accurately, typed into the small square provided on the triplicate invoice, the contact information and then the diagnosis and associated fee. As you can imagine, I learned quite a lot about my neighbors and other people in town, but my lips are sealed. Edith was very patient with my limited skills, and I tried hard to get things right for Edith. I was saddened at her passing a few years later. The good doctor soldiered on for many more years.

There were the babysitting jobs (not my favorite) and the in-home salon work. I took up shampooing and setting a neighbor’s hair in rollers. Later in the day, I’d return to her house across the street from ours, remove the rollers and coif her hair using plenty of Aqua-Net hair spray. In those days, it was common to wash and set one’s hair only once a week. For this service, I charged a whopping five dollars. I worked on my Mother’s hair, too, but I did that gratis and for the practice.

All in all, I stayed reasonably employed throughout my high school years, something I look back on today with pride. I was able to supplement the household by buying most of my own clothing. I thoroughly enjoyed the two or three mini-skirts I acquired from the Sears and Roebuck catalog. As for my shoes, I lovingly polished those chucky high-heels until the soles let the rain in.

Thanks to summer jobs, I learned a great deal about dealing with people – especially the difficult ones. The humiliation I felt when I overheard the baker or when I lost my job at the 5 & 10 were character building. I learned that kindness can take many forms and that hard work won’t kill you. I learned how to manage money, no matter how little I might have possessed. I learned what would later be called a ‘can do’ attitude. I’m happy to report that it eventually replaced the teen attitude that had darkened my life. But probably the most important thing I learned was being willing to try and that failures are tools. I don’t think we let our kids learn the art of picking themselves up and starting again. It helps build stronger emotional muscles. Life is more often than not a process of surviving setbacks while striving towards the goal.

Today in my status as a semi-retired person, I credit those individuals who employed me decades ago with helping me become the person I am. Each one taught me life lessons beyond the cash payment I received while in their employ. Thank you Mrs. Holmes (aka Sarge), Harry Eaton, Mrs. Polanski, Doctor and Mrs. Goldfarb, Mr. and Mrs. Karen, Vera Gay, and Vera Dingman. You helped me, whether you knew it or not. You are not forgotten.

By Marilou Newell


For the Love of Movement

On a recent perfect summer morning, the Mattapoisett Free Public Library hosted a children’s program like no other. Kay Alden presented a free program that included movement, math, science and fun, titled ‘The Science of Popcorn.’

Alden describes herself as a ‘life dancer.’ Her impressive credentials in dance and movement include earning in 1966 a Bachelor of Science degree in education from Bridgewater State College, being an exchange student from the Boston Conservatory traveling throughout Europe and Asia, and teaching positions at the Marion Art Center, Bristol Community College and Hayden McFadden School. She also sits on the alumni advisory board for the Boston Conservatory board of directors.

Her love of music, movement and dance blend to make Alden uniquely equipped in helping others grow stronger in their abilities to move with confidence. She said, “My philosophy is that by developing better motor skills through music and giving children a chance to learn movements helps to develop their confidence.” Through her approach, children not only build gross motor capabilities, but also cognitive and intellectual strengths. She focuses on children ranging in ages from 4 to 10.

For the July program, she used the song “Pop Goes the Weasel.” With this well-known tune scripted in five different tempos, Alden transported the children from the U.S. to England and Russia while leading the kids through mazes, balance exercises and simple movements. “I had three generations of dancers; it was wonderful,” she remarked. She discussed with the attendees the history of corn and the science behind popping it. Needless to say, eating it was part of the fun, too.

Alden offers only free programs, drawing on her many decades teaching and understanding the correlation between the body and the mind. While teaching at the Hayden McFadden School in New Bedford before her retirement, she estimates that nearly 2,000 young people passed through her dance club program. She is especially sensitive to children who may be more socially withdrawn. Her delight is in seeing the child that never gets picked by peers to participate in activities blossom into a child who is smiling and moving. It is all the reward this life-dancer needs. “I think movement should be natural, balanced and give a child the ability to move to the next level, building upon success,” she explained.

Beyond the movement aspect of Alden’s system, there is an educational component. Using props, music and a globe, kids learn about the music’s composer, their country of origin, the times in which they lived and the history of particular dance movements. This richly seasoned stew of cultural awareness and academics makes the dance and movement pieces more relevant, she believes.

I would say she has the three “Es” – excitement, enthusiasm, and energy – all good things when working with children.

Alden will meet with the library staff in September to discuss a program for the fall season. Go to to learn more about all the great events planned for the community and watch for Kay Alden’s program in the fall.

By Marilou Newell


History By Hand

Discover History by Doing with the Mattapoisett Historical Society. This second part of a two-part series will allow children ages 8 and up to explore what it was like to work in Mattapoisett long ago. Join us on Wednesday, July 23 at 1:00 pm. Write with pen and ink in store ledger books, twist fibers to make ropes, learn knots used in the shipyards, and plant seeds for your own “farm.” Registration is encouraged. The program is free, but donations are always welcome. For more information or to register, please visit or call 508-758-2844.

Elizabeth Taber Annual Book Sale

The Elizabeth Taber Library annual book sale will take place at the Marion Music Hall on Friday, August 8 from 4:00 – 7:00 pm and Saturday, August 9 from 9:00 am – 4:00 pm. Both dates are now open to the public! Please come and support your local library. The cost for items is $3 for a hardcover, $2 for a large paperback, $1 for a small paperback, $1 for three children’s books, audio books are $3, DVDs are $1, and CDs are 3 for a $1. All funds raised from the book sale are spent on enhancing our programs and services. Gently-used book donations will be collected at the library until August 7. For more information on the book sale, call the library at 508-748-1252.

A Visual History of Tabor Academy

On Thursday, July 24 at 7:00 pm at the Marion Music Hall, you can see Tabor and Marion as they were in the late 1800s as David Pierce presents “A Visual History of Tabor Academy.” Mr. Pierce, a faculty member at Tabor, will share a series of photographs – taken from yearbooks and other school publications – representing Tabor’s earliest days. The Academy’s story begins with its founding by Elizabeth Taber in 1876, in its original location at the corner of Main and Spring Streets. The tale then continues with the steps taken by Headmaster Lillard in the early 1900s to move Tabor to the sea, a change that made it unique among New England schools. The final photographs in the series show how, after years of hurricanes, Tabor’s latest buildings move back to higher ground.

A question-and-answer period will follow the PowerPoint presentation, which is free and open to the public, with no registration required. Ample parking is available across from the Music Hall (164 Front Street) at Island Wharf Park. For more information, call SHS at 508-748-1116.

New Tabor Dorm OK’d by BOS

The Marion Board of Selectmen unanimously approved an application for Tabor Academy to build a new 15,160 square-foot two-story dormitory on the old TenBrook property across from the Marion Fire Department on Spring Street.

The curved, winged dorm would be situated in the middle of the lot, which stretches from Front Street to Spring Street.

A team from Tabor Academy came before the Planning Board back on July 7 and presented the proposal. The Planning Board referred the issue to the Board of Selectmen due to the sewer expansion issue.

The primary issue with the project was the expansion of the existing sewer connection, which serviced a single-family dwelling. Due to state regulations, if there is a sewer connection available, an upgrade can be applied, regardless of the size.

“We are so grateful to the Town of Marion in working with us on this,” said John Quirk, head of school at Tabor Academy. “We are excited to move forward and are so very grateful,” said Quirk.

The proposed building will house from 24 to 26 students and three faculty members and their families. Of the three faculty residences, one would have a two-bedroom unit, another a three-bedroom unit, and another a four-bedroom unit. Parking for various vehicles around the faculty areas was presented. A looped driveway in front of the facility, which faces the campus, would be for parents to drop off and pick up students.

Quirk and said the intention is to take students from three residential units and get them into a dormitory-style complex. The three residential units that house both students and faculty are New House, Wee House, and the Sail Loft, which would become faculty-only housing.

“We are not growing the student body,” said Quirk. “Our hope is to improve the quality of life of students.”

In other business, the board approved the installation of a bench at Old Landing/Veteran’s Memorial Park in honor of Janet Barnes, the retired owner of Seaside School.

The board also approved the closure of Main Street to Front Street on July 26 for the First Congregational Church of Marion for their annual Summer Fair.

The board discussed the newly formed Fire Engine Review Committee and appointed two members of the Fire Department, which include Fire Chief Thomas Joyce and Assistant Chief Joseph Dayton, Finance Committee member Alan Minard, Steve Cushing who will represent the BOS, and Chris MacDougall as the Citizen-at-Large.

“We want to thank those who applied to serve our town on this committee,” said Jon Henry.

Town Administrator Paul Dawson noted that a recently approved SRPEDD grant would allow the town to purchase four bicycle racks. One large “wave” rack will be placed outside the library and another at Washburn Park. Two smaller racks will be placed outside the Town House.

The board approved a Cable Television Advisory Committee, which will consist of BOS member Jody Dickerson and resident Andrew Jeffreys representing Marion residents. Another representative from the board of ORCTV, not yet appointed, will also serve.

Lastly, the board tackled an email from the Town House Building Committee asking the BOS to clarify the board’s charge. In the email, the committee asked the BOS if they should consider an expansion of the library in their considerations and if they should consider a senior center in the discussion.

“ This challenge regarding our aging Town House is big enough without involving all these other complex considerations,” said Jon Henry. “My feeling is that the committee should focus on the issue at hand — the Town House size and utilization of the building.”

The board agreed that the Town House Committee should focus only on the existing building, and that future issues regarding other needs should not be considered. Paul Dawson agreed to draft a letter to the committee, which will be discussed at the next BOS meeting to be held on August 5 at 7:00 pm at the Marion Police Station.

By Joan Hartnett-Barry


Levinsons Love the BB Music Fest

This week, I had the rare opportunity of hosting world-renowned musicians in my home in Marion. Gary Levinson plays a Stradivari violin and serves as concertmaster for the Dallas Symphony Orchestra. His wife, Baya Kakouberi, is a recording artist and classical pianist trained in Russia. In preparation for this year’s Buzzards Bay Music Festival, the Levinsons visited my house to use the piano and rehearse for their upcoming shows.

As they played for hours each day in the living room, I sat in the next room and listened while the couple worked through incredibly complicated pieces of music. They were focused and calm as they played together, stopping every once in a while to try something over again or make a note.

At the end of the day, the couple kindly agreed to sit down with me to talk about music. They looked excited when they spoke about the upcoming week and the Buzzards Bay Music Festival – they were truly delighted to be here.

The family spends about a week in July each year in the Buzzards Bay area, graciously hosted by local music lovers. This year marks the Levinsons’ second year at the Music Festival, an event the family looks forward to all year round. Mr. Levinson said that this year, they were excited to reconnect with the people who frequent the Buzzards Bay Music Festival. He explained that there is a certain level of camaraderie amongst musicians and attendees, and the small setting creates an “intimate medium” for performers.

Having moved to the United States from Russia, the couple has experienced firsthand the way that music can translate across cultures. They agreed that classical music has the ability to transcend boundaries and allow people to connect with one another on a really meaningful level.

In the past, this family of musicians has traveled on tours across America, Canada, and on to Europe as well. According to the couple, the summer season is packed full of interesting festivals for classical musicians. The artists refer to the summer months – June through August – as “festival season.” During this time of the year, the couple has the chance to travel to different locations around the country and perform casual concerts with old friends and new ones, too. The Levinsons have traveled the globe performing beautiful music, but they have a soft spot for our quiet little corner of the world. Their two children, who are also musically inclined, wait in anticipation of the time of year they get to return to Marion, Massachusetts.

Mr. Levinson called the Music Festival “a hidden gem,” and expressed his gratitude for the passionate group of people who return each year to support the event. The Buzzards Bay Music Festival is a non-profit event that is open to the public and anyone can attend, regardless of knowledge or musical background.

By Jacqueline Hatch