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Joan Magiet (Eastport)
Now that I’m sequestered at home I have to fight the urge to Roam
To escape the virus I find it desirous To sit here and compose a poem
To Seinfeld and Frasier and Sex
In the City that’s not complex I will not complain
You’re keeping me sane It’s my muscles I need to flex
There was a free thinker named Joe
Who loved to go with the flow
Whatever the cause
He took time to pause
And his blood pressure always stayed low
Liana Mizzi (age 27, Hampton Bays)
After Easter passing last weekend I’ve been missing my family a lot. My mom always hosts Easter at her house and she would cook all these amazingly delicious foods. We’re Italian so there’s usually tons of goodies on the table. This year was quite different though. I didn’t eat any jelly beans, didn’t decorate a single egg, I ended up eating a boring dinner of whatever I could find in the fridge. I didn’t get to see my mom, brother or grandparents. It just felt really isolating and I can’t wait for this all to be over. I miss having a home-cooked meal, nothing will compare to my mom’s cooking.
In the midst of all this craziness, my boyfriend, best friend and I are all moving at the end of the month into our new apartment. I’m excited to be somewhere a little more permanent but the idea of packing all my stuff again for the third time in a year is not. At least I’ll have a good distraction for the time being. I also haven’t seen my roommate in a few weeks since she decided to quarantine with her boyfriend at his house. I can’t wait to see them again when we move in!
Laurie Collins (age 62, North Sea)
Our niece Claire got baby chicks for Easter. Apparently many families have decided to raise chickens during this pandemic. This prompted an extensive conversation between my husband Jim and myself about survival skills. In just a couple of generations many of us have lost our survival skills. The majority of the population have become dependent. That would include me. My grandfather grew up on a farm. He and my uncles had a vegetable garden together in Eastport for as long as I can remember. Every summer my family had an endless supply of fresh vegetables and fruit. Jim’s grandparents in East Hampton not only had a garden but 100 chickens. His grandfather in Montauk was a fisherman and also cut ice from frozen ponds and lakes in the winter before there was refrigeration. All of our grandparents canned food. Gardens and chickens are a lot of work ! They are a 24 hour a day commitment. You have to be on guard day and night for predators. If you have a garden, weather is always a concern, and weeds !!! How long would it take before this way of life would become tiresome to this generation?
I could not survive without a grocery store. Jim insists he could. He is a hunter and a fisherman. He worked on a farm for many years. He will eat just about anything. I am a picky eater. I would starve. I have heard that freezers are selling like hot cakes. Now I understand why so much food is being hoarded resulting in shelves in the grocery stores being depleted. I was worried that it was going to waste. But what if the electricity goes out ?