The Corona Journals - Week 8, May 17, 2020 - May 23, 2020

Here's our eighth round of journal entries for the week. If you'd like to play a part in history as it unfolds before us, please send your submissions to lmizzi@southamptonhistory.org


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Laurie Collins (age 62, North Sea)

In the middle of March when things started shutting down the museum staff was pretty confident that we would be back in business by April. Now it is the middle of May and there continues to be uncertainty of what lies ahead. Uncertainty not only in our present circumstances, but also with the weather. I have not put my winter coat away yet. On May 9 it was snowing in North Sea. Usually by now my family has started using our outside shower.

A pair of large hawks have been building a nest in the top of an oak tree in our back yard. The process has stirred up all the crows in the vicinity. My husband has been watching the process with binoculars. It has become a problem for me because the nest overlooks the area in our backyard where I have been feeding birds for 40 years. I have not figured out what to do yet. I’ve been considering moving the feeders to a more protected area in the front yard. This pair of hawks are very clever. To the west is my neighbor’s chickens. To the north is Big Fresh Pond. To the east is my neighbors little pond with ducks. I can just imagine the conversation between Mr. and Mrs. Hawk. What should we have for dinner tonight, chicken, seafood or duck ?

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Joan Magiet (Eastport)

Beach chairs upside down

collapsed umbrellas in flight

surfers jumping waves

Clouds marching slowly

grey procession of soldiers

promising sunshine

Eight tiny seagulls

fly away in formation

mom seagull is done

Americans stay

in self quarantine at home

gas prices plummet

Marriage bureau closed

love birds get marriage license

elbow bumps seal vows


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Brenda Simmons (Southampton Village)

In 2010 I started vacationing in the “ Friendly Island” of  St Martin/St Maarten. And in 2015 after “ Re-journeying” ( aka retiring from the Village after 11 years as Assistant the the Mayor) I joined the flock of “Snow Birds” and have spent my winters here in St Martin. I can profoundly confirm that St Martin is a  “ Friendly Island”. Over the past 10 years I’ve been so welcomed. I have so many “friend/family” here. They have help restore my yearning for community.


My time here has been extended due to the Corona Virus so I’ll continue to spent my time writing poetry, working on a book, and painting. In addition I’ve primarily been a holistic person, so it’s been an adventure discovering and learning about the many natural leaves growing here in abundant. So many leaves and plants are used to heal ailments as my ancestors did