Summer has a plan ... August 2015 bye-bye slideshow

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Note: There are seven glimpses of other summers here and with people, plants and things in them and all about them ... They all do the same thing, summers, that is. Just when yer getting, kinda to likin' it the doc calls back to say the blood tests for Lyme were incorrectly determined,  you HAVE BEEN exposed and you'd better got all hosed down with all the Spriochete-O-Away in the pharmacies, garden shops, nurseries and a military industrial training bases.

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Last Updated on Saturday, 29 August 2015 02:11

Fundraiser for Eric Aceto brings Tiny Town familiars together this week, Aug. 27

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Musicians from near and far look out for their own with benefit for Eric Aceto and Bill King


Independent wage-earners are not embraced by any particular federal agency or political group.

Musicians, artists and artisans who follow their calling into the free enterprise system know that they lead precarious lives and hope for the best. Health insurance is often an after-thought.

And the best of these people are afflicted with the same setbacks as any working person. Eric Aceto, then, feels lucky to be living in a place and a time when such a tenuous lifestyle is respected by an extended family of people who know the drill when a health crisis strikes one of their own.

On Thursday, Aug. 27, a group of musicians, some local and a one or two not so local will perform “Music for Eric”, a benefit for Eric Aceto’s family as well as another area musician, Bill King, at the Rongovian Embassy in Trumansburg. Donations of any size will be gladly accepted.

“Living in the Ithaca area and being involved with the local music scene has been a great thing for me,” says Aceto.  “The diversity and high-level of musicianship of so many in the area is always inspiring.”

Among the many music artists contributing to the evening performance are: Mac Benford, Danny Speer, Chris Broadwell, Richie Stearns & Rosie Newton, Tenzin Chopak,Mary Lorson, The Pelotones, Franklin Crawford’s tinytowntunes, and special guests including Cape Breton's own post apocalyptic balladeer Douglas September, from Toronto.

Ithaca's Cloud Chamber Orchestra will close the evening to  a short film “A Trip to the Planets.”

Proceeds will go to help Eric and other local musicians who have suffered serious and unexpected medical issues this past summer, including King who is going through a very difficult passage with health issues.

Last Eric Aceto “Having recently lost many important members like George Reed, Bernie Upson and now dear Eric Ott among others, brings our transient nature to mind. My own health problems have me thinking more about it I guess.”

He adds: The incredible outpouring of support for me in particular has been humbling and very much appreciated.”


Aceto is reminded that he has played in many benefits over the years which, the usually taciturn violinist and instrument-maker says “makes it a little easier to accept such an outpouring gracefully.”

Tiny Town Staff reports


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Last Updated on Sunday, 23 August 2015 07:26

Stephen Cole is no longer with us ... A memory

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STEPHEN COLE: A teenager's heart gave him another 20 year's of life and he gave generously of himself in that time and before.  Image provided, if someone knows the photographer please contact us on the Facebook page. Thank you.

Tiny Town, USA – My memory of Stephen Cole predates my later associations with him as a director and acting coach at two very different community theater companies.

The first goes back to a time when the DeWitt Cafe was a morning gathering place for many raconteurs and emerging local artist sand served well as place to nurse a grudging hangover with the strongest coffee then sold in tiny town.

Cole was friendly with interweaving circles a set of friends of mine back, students, some drop-outs, some like me struggling for an identity and a foothold in the world and finding Ithaca a welcome and tolerant place for all manner of expression, arts-related or pedestrian. Still is, I suppose. It is less so however, now that Stephen is gone.

Perhaps it is unfair to say, but I think the mentors and guides who oversaw the arts in the 70s were of a different stripe and I had no idea that Cole, other than a cowboy-looking belt buckle that hinted at something more than a kindly theater prof, was a force among the students he coached and a guide in the world of stage and life.

He was open and treated me as a friend from the get-go. He always seemed to attract a number of charming young co-eds to his table. I was very shy then and remember, after one of these students departed, saying something like “I don’t know what it is about her, but I it sure makes me want to know more.”

With eyebrows raised Cole locked me in his blue-eyed stare: “If you feel that way about her what are you doing sitting here with me? Going after her!”

I demurred. I was 19  and didn't think much of myself. But his advice summed him up in many ways: If you wanted to know more about something, don’t putz around, go after it. He also listened to my many tales of woe and made himself open to me when I was a totally unformed kid with only a smart mouth to front me.

I would meet him later and often at the Asiatic Garden, once a fixture on West State Street. Cole loved Chinese-American food. That blended into knowing him as a professional working with in the community theater setting, first at the dearly defunct Firehouse Theater and later, at the former Kitchen theater. In the mean time we crossed paths on several occasions. One of them was the visit of Jimmy Smits to his alma mater at Cornell. Smits was eager to spend some quality time with Cole, so important was the man in his development.

Soon after I got to see what Smits was talking about in a hugely fun production Cole directed of The Foreigner, a hit at the Firehouse. Cole dedicated much of his time to acting and directing at the small theater, one of his traits being the willingness to do theater work wherever it was happening. During that production we had a lot of private talks and I learned a lot more about his amazing return from death. He suffered heart problems and outlived a failed heart bypass operation in 1987; eight years later he underwent a heart transplant, receiving the donor heart of a 14-year old female. He often repeated his good fortune for surviving a protracted recovery, saying that he “died twice” on the operating table — and went “out of body both times.”

I asked him what he meant by that and he said exactly what I’d heard of before from near-death experience narratives — and dismissed: Cole said his consciousness literally left his body, twice, and he was quite aware of everything that was going on around him, with something like a bird’s eye view of the situation.

When I read his obit and saw he’d died on Aug. 11, I studied the age he is said to have completed closed up the space we knew as Stephen Cole: 82.

Maybe. But 82 with what I calculated as a 34-year old heart: He was still a young man. And that’s how I remember him, older and wiser and younger, in many ways, than people half his age, and always always ready to listen, to encourage to convince — and do it with courage.

After working under his direction for a play called Memory of Water, at the Kitchen Theater, he handed me an opening night card with the inscription: “I can see that you have the talent and the true spirit for the theater. Think about it.”

I do. But for the longest time since, I have not obeyed his earlier admonition to “go do it!”

Many others have fine memories of Stephen and I can only hope there is a time for all of us, together, to share them.

– Franklin Crawford


Last Updated on Saturday, 29 August 2015 01:35
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