A Tribute to George Seibel by Alan Tustin

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Portrait of George Seibel

George Seibel set a standard for service to his town
And for his contributions he gained his cap and gown.

For he chronicled Niagara with a zeal quite unsurpassed
And left us with anthologies that will forever last.

He served us as an airman when the foe was at the gate
And shared a long and happy life with his beloved mate.

George repaired fine furniture for many, many years
And was esteemed by those he met, by all his friends and peers.

He did not sit in idleness when retirement days came round
But made Niagara his career, and his efforts knew no bound.

George’s books and articles have won him lasting fame
For our knowledge of Niagara now rests largely on his name.

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George Seibel Article: Only God Knows More About the Falls Than Upholsterer George Seibel. by Anthony Bannon (undated)

George and Olive’s family was extended to embrace
Several chosen children of a different tongue and race.

They formed a close-knit loving group yet still they found the time
To work for local causes – and produce book number nine!

George has now been called to fill a greater role on high
Yet still he lives in all our hearts – we serve his watchful eye.

He left us all a legacy we never can repay —
Now may he rest in peace at last, forever and a day.

September 25, 1992

Source: Niagara Falls Public Library. Biography – George Seibel [vertical file]

Poem read at George Seibel’s funeral.

Link to George Seibel’s plaque on the Niagara Falls Arts & Culture Wall of Fame

Nickel Eclipse: Iroquois Moon: Poems and Paintings by Eric Gansworth

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Cover of Nickel Eclipse: Iroquois Moon

Although no poem or painting is included here, this book of poetry by Eric Gansworth is an important addition to the literature of Niagara. Gansworth,  who was raised on the Tuscarora Indian Reservation in Niagara County, New York, just outside Niagara Falls, still resides in the area and teaches in Buffalo, NY.

Publisher supplied:

“Nickel Eclipse is a merging of personal and cultural history. Structured in part like the alternating colored beads on a wampum belt, patterns emerge from this exploration of contemporary life on an eastern Indian reservation and the sometimes tenuous persistence of a culture after centuries of survival within another, more dominant, culture. The poems, while highly personalized, reflect the tension of speakers surviving within-though never fully of-that larger culture, where lives are formed and meaning defined by their inherent separateness.
Gansworth’s paintings complement the poems, using the metaphor of the cycle of moons identified in the traditional Haudenosaunee (Iroquois Confederacy) culture’s calendar. These paintings of the different lunar phases serve to organize the poems around a common image, breaking them into sections through the use of an eclipse. Additionally, the relationships indigenous communities have had with the United States-from thriving to near extinction to eventual re- emergence-are symbolized in the progression of that eclipse across the moon.
Symbols common to the culture appear throughout the cycles: the Three Sisters (Corn, Beans, and Squash), Strawberries, and Green Corn, from the ceremonies named for them, and more consistently, wampum beads-within which Haudenosaunee culture is iconographically documented-appear in various incarnations, from the earliest shell groupings, through isolated shaped beads, small strings, and full- belt formations.”

Run to your nearest library or book store to read this remarkable collection by Eric Gansworth.

Visit Eric Gansworth’s website

A Half-Life of Cardio-Pulmonary Function: Poems and Paintings by Eric Gansworth

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Cover of A Half Life of Cardio-Pulmonary Function

Although no poem or painting is included here, this book of poetry by Eric Gansworth is an important addition to the literature of Niagara. Gansworth,  who was raised on the Tuscarora Indian Reservation in Niagara County, New York, just outside Niagara Falls, still resides in the area and teaches in Buffalo, NY.

Publisher supplied book information:

“Echoing the muscular rhythms of the heart beat, the poems in this stunning collection alternate between contraction and expansion. Eric Gansworth explores the act of enduring, physically, historically, and culturally. A member of the Haudenosaunee tribe, Gansworth expresses the tensions experienced by members of a marginalized culture struggling to maintain tradition within a much larger dominant culture. With equal measures of humor, wisdom, poignancy, and beauty, Gansworth’s poems mine the infinite varieties of individual and collective loss and recovery. Fourteen paintings punctuate his poetry, creating an active dialogue between word and image steeped in the tradition of the mythic Haudenosaunee world. A Half-Life of Cardio-Pulmonary Function is the most recent addition to Gansworth’s remarkable body of work chronicling the lives of upstate New York’s Indian communities. ”

Run to your nearest library or book store to read this remarkable collection by Eric Gansworth.

Visit Eric Gansworth’s website

Dave Munday Went Over Niagara Falls Twice in a Barrel—and Lived by Aimee Nezhukumatathil

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John “David” Munday being interviewed after going over the Horseshoe Falls in a barrel for the second time, Sept. 27, 1993. Photo by George Bailey. Photo courtesy of Niagara Falls Public Library

The first he knew of danger, he recorded it
all on video. You could see the rush of river
as the barrel bobbed the lip of the gorge.
But during the fall—all you saw
was white, as if the camera was flying
for a moment—then, a black screen. And maybe
that’s what brought him back. The lack of color
did not capture what he heard: a string of viola
at its highest pitch, the tender impossible cry
of a newborn crow. The first I knew of danger,
I ice skated on a pond and found fat goldfish
curling in long, slow patterns Just under
my boot. I knew the ice was thin, but

I continued anyway, the way I did
with several men that year. Each one
was a poor replacement for the one I lost
but each gave me a small gift: a bruised lip,
a cup of Dutch coffee, a tap of ash
on my windowsill. If there was a video
of me that year it would have opened
in a bank of snow, widened to reveal
the pond, the woman skating by herself
in circles. Perhaps there’d be a cardinal, just
a small slash of red on the screen. Everything
else would be white, white, and what
is the color of ice—blue, or is it more white?

Source: Bellingham Review,  Spring 2008, p. 115

About E.L.T. Harris-Bickford

From West Country Poets: Their Lives and Their Works; Being an Account of About Four Hundred Verse Writers of Devon and Cornwall, With Poems and Extracts. ed. by W.H.Kearley Wright.  London: Elliot Stock, 1896  bick

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