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Contents

Tom Allen:
The Missing Pages
by Steve Ambler

In Hudson
Art and Music Bloom
by Briana Doyle

Village Theatre
Bloodshot Review
by Kathryn Lamb

Pagoda Starling
Drops Magpie Molly

Hudson Film Society
Is in Its 17th Year
by Clint Ward

Red Riding Hood
Panto Review
by Kathryn Lamb

Microbrasserie Cardinal
Brews Live Music and Beer

Arts Hudson
Resumes Publication
by Bert Markgraf

War Memorial Library
Bunker Art Sale
by Kathryn Lamb

Chamber Music
Sords-Duvall
by Steve Ambler

Erica Teaches Music
in St. Lazare
by Bert Markgraf

Chamber Music Series
Dolin Quartet
by Steve Ambler

Canadian Artist Leo Schimanszky
Immortalises Scan
by James Parry

Hudson Chamber Music Series
39th Season
by Steve Ambler

Finnegan's Market
A Eulogy
byKathryn Lamb

Hudson Chamber Music Series
Recital by Lara Deutsch and Adam Cicchillitti
by Steve Ambler

Renovations for Six
A Fun(d) Raising Comedy at Village Theatre
by Kathryn Lamb

Carmen Marie Fabio
Creates Wind Chimes
by James Parry

Hudson Chamber Music Series
Glorious Strings
by Steve Ambler

Puppet Making Workshop for Kids
from the Hudson Players Club

Hudson Chamber Music Series
Lara Deutsch and Adam Cicchillitti
by Steve Ambler

Shows Back at Village Theatre
Strawberries in January
by Kathryn Lamb

Greenwood Activities
Music and StoryFest

Coronicles - 4
Living with COVID

by Art MacDonald

Theatre at Jack Layton Park
Macbeth
by Kathryn Lamb

Theatre at Greenwood
Every Brilliant Thing
by Kathryn Lamb

The Amazing Art of Gardens
and Some Fabulous Painters Who Immortalized Them

by James Parry

Stress and Climate Change
Leo Schimanszky reflects on both

by James Parry

Hudson Film Festival
Available Everywhere in Canada

by Clint Ward

A Story for the Birds
Quite literally!

by James Parry

Hudson Area Artists
Enhance Their Online Presence

by Bert Markgraf

Hudsonite Paul Winstanley's Children's Book
Four Silk Roads

by James Parry

Coronicles - 3
Wrestling Covid to the Ground

by Art MacDonald

The Room Below
Panto Retrospective

by Kathryn Lamb

Doing Theatre Online
During Covid-19

by Kathryn Lamb

Conspicuous Consumption
During COVID-19

by James Parry

Hudson Gallery Plus
Now Online

by Bert Markgraf

Shernya Vininsky
Passion for Horses

by James Parry

Coronicles - 2
COVID, Surfing the Second Wave

by Art MacDonald

Barbara Farren
Our First Nations Sisters and Brothers

by James Parry

Greenwood StoryFest
by Audrey Wall

Hudson Arts Roundup
byKathryn Lamb

Coronicles - 1
Tales from the Great Pandemic

by Art MacDonald

Finnegan's Market
A Eulogy
by Kathryn Lamb

It is early morning, and in the pre-dawn mist, vehicles quietly pull into the parking lot, so as not to disturb the still-sleeping neighbors. Birds are tuning up for their daybreak chorus, and spring geese rise from the water.

The local Saturday market is preparing for its big day. This market has been a fixture in Hudson for many decades, and reliably, every Saturday from the first of May to the end of October, it comes to life in this idyllic meadow. It is owned by the Aird family and is run by Mrs. Aird and her three daughters. For six months of Saturdays, it is a backdrop for transactions of things grown, baked, carved, painted, sewn, twisted, wrought, and photographed. You name it, you'll find it. Old things, new things, antique, cutting edge, practical, decorative. Things to eat, things to wear, things to decorate your home or use in the office. In the early days, Mr. Aird, the patriarch, would come out in the morning with a big smile, peruse the merchandise on display, and say to a vendor with pure delight “You mean you made that!” It is functional creativity at work.

Economists define a market as a place where two or more parties meet to engage in an economic transaction: a place where buyers and sellers come together to facilitate the exchange or transaction of goods and services. This is an abstract, and frankly dead definition of a phenomenon that has existed for millennia. A living market is a vibrant, evolving mirror of our lives, our needs and our desires. It is sensitive to what we want, and what we will want, even before we know it ourselves.

Traditional stores exist to fill our needs and, in many ways, they do, but they can be mired and restricted by procedures, historical data and seasonal projections. A true market vendor is in touch with the client, and can fine tune his products and his display to satisfy, even preview, what people really want. It is an intuitive process deeply rooted in understanding human nature.

This market that I am familiar with morphs annually, seasonally, even weekly. There have been years where antiques were king, and years where handicrafts or pottery or birdhouses were hot. I have seen record years for children's clothing, silver jewelry, straw hats. antique linens, perennial plants, wrought iron, garden statuary and pet accessories.

There is always someone with a great new idea, and what better place to try it out? For a nominal fee, and for getting up early on a Saturday, you can be an entrepreneur, in business for a day. There you can fine tune your presentation, work out your sales pitch and get REAL reactions. Most of all, you have the experience of standing behind your creations and when the person walking by says “Is this your work you can answer with a resounding ”YES”!

Full disclosure, I have been a market vendor for years. My favorite activity is setting everything out, arranging my offerings on the table so that everything is visible, but not crowded. I want it to look interesting, to tell a coherent story in the 30 seconds it takes for a person to walk by. This is what draws people in. And since I am here, installed, I will see everyone I know sooner or later. Clients and acquaintances come by, as well as friends from the past, and people I had forgotten I knew. It is a varied and rich social life that I would not otherwise enjoy. And I enjoy the other vendors that I meet each week. We are a feisty tribe.

I have sold at markets, bought at markets and I admit to being a fan of the concept. It is as valid now as it was in the Middle Ages. And in a world where virtual activities threaten to replace real face-to face contact, I think we need to sometimes remember the old ways and rebalance a bit. So, head to a market with your friend or your family or your pet. Approach a stall, talk to a vendor, be curious and learn something new. Sure, he wants to sell you something, but anyone who is truly interested or admiring is usually welcome. We have sadly been deprived of our market for over two years, thanks to COVID, and I profoundly hope that this May, we will have it back.

P.S Latest sad news- the market will not reopen. Government restrictions and resulting financial issues have claimed another victim. Many will be heartbroken, and I believe we will all be the poorer for it. Love and thanks to the Aird family for fifty years of pleasure and service to the community.

P.P.S. This piece was written last winter, before the closure was announced.