One of the greats, from the greatest generation, my grandfather (by Colin Temple)

The world lost one of its best today, Franklin Temple. My grandfather Franklin was one of the true greats and I would like this opportunity to try to give you all an idea of who my grandfather was. To start — he was my hero, along with my father and Grandpa Whelly — he is the greatest man I have ever known.

My grandfather never talked or bragged about any of his successes but if I had to guess I would say he was extremely competitive and took pride in striving to be the best at everything he did, which was exemplified in all of his accomplishments, whether work, or play.

The hardest part about writing this is trying to figure out what to start bragging about first.  I guess I can start with the fact that although he never attended college he worked his way up to become the President of Yankee Farm Credit and each year he attended every annual meeting, where he was always given a hero’s welcome. My grandfather grew up on a farm in East Burke, VT. Farming was in his blood,  and he seemed to know everything about it. I personally know farmers who long after his retirement still sought him out at parties and gatherings asking his advice about their operations. Along with his knowledge of dairy-farming my grandfather knew everything there was to know about logging, making syrup, and even tended his own vegetable garden every summer.

Along with being an incredibly intelligent businessman, my grandfather also managed all of his own investments. He owned land all over the state of Vermont and managed his own portfolio of stocks and bonds. Seeing his passion and success motivated me, and continues to motivate me, to learn everything I possibly can about business and investing. I owe much of what I know to lessons that I learned from him.

Aside from everything I learned from Gramp, my fondest memories come from spending time with him out in the woods hunting or on the lake fishing. While my grandfather was an excellent businessman and investor, he is THE BEST outdoorsman that I have ever met. That is not an exaggeration whatsoever. Every one of my father’s friends has their “remember when Frank…” story, and they usually involve him doing something incredible, maybe even something a bit crazy (like the time he crawled into a brush pile after a wounded bear he had shot It was dead by the time he got to it, but still…he crawled into a brush pile after a bear! A bear that one would expect to have been injured, feel cornered and most definitely grumpy). Over his lifetime my grandfather has shot well over 100 deer. I will consider myself successful if I end up with 1/4 of that. On top of being an incredible hunter, Gramp was also a crack shot. People tell me that he hardly ever missed. Gramp always told me, “make the first one count then let the lead fly”, and I still listen to his advice to this day.

I still remember the summer after grad school when I basically spent all of May with my grandparents, turkey hunting up on my grandfather’s land in Barnet, VT. Every afternoon when I got back from the woods Gramp would be waiting to hear my stories about how the morning hunt went. I could tell he wished he had the stamina to be out there with me but he still took joy in listening to my stories, which were usually about how I could have shot a turkey but managed to screw it up somehow!

I’ve never seen Gramp more proud of anyone and more excited than when he made it out to the woods in East Haven, Vermont to see the moose that my dad had just shot.  At the age of 84 he walked about a mile back into the woods just so he could partake in the moment. You could see the excitement and pride that he had for the success of my father.

Bragging point 5,746,374… My Gramp was the best lake trout fisherman there was on Lake Champlain. While others had adopted all sorts of modern technology he always used his old-fashioned “yanking” technique, jigging spoons just above the bottom of the lake. Professional guide services knew him and would come over and ask, “hey Frank, how you doin’ today?” His answer was always, “Oh, we’ve caught a few”. In reality he had caught about 20. He’d then ask how they were doing and they’d boast, “we’re having a hell of a day — we’ve landed 7!”. He would just smile.

I can still see him holding the taut copper fishing line asking me, “you wanna reel this one in?”. After we were done on the lake, we would get back to the dock where Gramp would tiptoe out to the end of his boat trailer, grab his 17 ft fishing boat, then drag it up onto the trailer. He was still doing this even this past summer, the last time we went fishing together (where by the way, we caught 33 lake trout…one of the best days he’s ever had on Champlain). I will never forget these memories; they were some of the best times of my life.

Finally the last story, I swear. That spring after grad school when I spent a bunch of time with my grandparents, Gramp took me to the “Walden Club”, which is a networking club in town. It was a blast — basically a bunch of guys hanging out drinking Canadian Club on the rocks out of high ball glasses. To say those fellas put the drinks back would be an understatement. After dinner we played a few hands of poker. I’m terrible so I ended up losing all my chips, but for the last hand (which is a winner takes all), Gramp loaned me enough chips to play. I ended up winning and taking everyone’s money home! Now by this time I had about four glasses of scotch, and was just trying to keep up with everyone else there. Apparently it was time to leave (mind you, it was about 8:00 p.m., but that’s late for these folks), and Gramp and I had gotten a ride there from one of his friends, so that’s who we were going home with. While we stumbled down the stairs I could tell that Gramps friend had obviously had quite a bit to drink as well…I struggled to think clearly and weight my options…here’s what I came up with; “Holy crap this old dude can barely walk! How is he going to drive? His reactions are probably slow even when he is sober! I should drive, at least I’m young…but no, I don’t even have a job yet! getting a DUI would stink. Oh hell, I guess Gramp’s friend should drive…” All I have to say is that all of my fears were alleviated as soon as the car was in drive. I swear this gentleman — who will remain nameless — never hit the gas pedal the entire ride home! I laughed to myself thinking, “I have nothing to worry about…if we hit anything, we will just bounce off and start creeping forward again.” What a night that was! Ah, the simple pleasures of small town life.

That’s what Gramp was —  a simple man, a wonderful husband and father, someone who worked hard for everything he ever achieved. He took pride in his family, and truly lived life to the fullest. You will be missed Gramp, you were truly one of the greats.

— By Colin Temple

Some of my favorite pictures with Gramp:

Gramp, Dad and myself

My sister Liz, my Grandma, myself and Gramp

Grandma and Gramp

Gramp and I by the camp fire at Joe's Pond

All of us with my dad's moose!

Cheese, please!

There are times when I’m up in Vermont, visiting Colin’s family when I realize how much of a New Yorker I can be. I mean, I am the “flat lander” and the “city girl,” so these little nicknames provide me with reminders of my roots.

Sitting around the fire this past Friday night, talking about hunting, the moose Mr. T shot not too long ago and how all the boys had to drag it out of the woods, the excitement that’s palpable when the subject of turkey season comes up (turkey season, you mean Thanksgiving? I don’t get it?), going up to Marty’s to grab a fishing license, different farmers in the area, the difference between certain types of cows, certain types of hunting guns (a rifle and a shotgun are the same thing, right?), trucks, etc. etc.

Tell tale signs that I’m not exactly a “Vermonter”:

-They hardly have any Starbucks anywhere! Maybe in Burlington they do? But not where I visit! :(

-The fact that when I shot a rifle for the first (and last) time, I pretty much cried. Didn’t like it, couldn’t comprehend that much power in my own hands.

-I don’t ever think I’ll understand hunting, I’m glad Colin has something he’s so passionate about (especially a passion he shares with his father, which has created a hobby they can enjoy together) but I will just never understand it.

-I like lakes, but they’re not the ocean/beach.

However, I DO love Vermont. This little list does NOT mean I don’t like it. Not at all. In fact, I love Vermont because it is so different from where and how I grew up. I love how laid back it is (I’m a slow-moving person, this works well for me.) I love how friendly everyone is. I love how green and beautiful everything is, it reminds me of Ireland. I love hearing stories about farmers Mr. T works with, or fishing stories about Colin’s grandfather. I love their maple syrup, their country stores, and the mountains. My grandfather was from VT (and everyone always says I look just like him) so clearly I have a bit of “Vermonter” in me. I love going up for a weekend because I feel so far away from the city, the craziness of work, my email, texting, all sorts of distractions. It’s extremely relaxing.

Anyway, on to this past weekend:

Colin and his Grandpa

Little fire on a summer night

Just hangin'

Elizabeth and Mr. T

Colin's other Grandfather :)

This blackberry beer was delicious!

Saturday morning we took a lovely drive around the Northeast Kingdom and even made a trip to Cabot!

From a pamphlet I picked up:

“Cabot Creamery is a cooperative owned and operated by its members, Cabot farmers and their families throughout New England and upstate New York. As such, we embrace the Rochdale Cooperative Principles. We value community, democracy and local ownership.Through our principles and actions, we support the places where our families and consumers live and do business. This is fundamental to our mission.”

“Cabot Creamery is an award-winning dairy cooperative from Cabot, Vermont. Our traditionally crafted dairy products have won every major award for taste including “World’s Best Cheddar.” We operate four creameries – two in Vermont, one in New York and one in Massachusetts.”

Is this not the CUTEST picture you've ever seen?

The Visitors Center

What a cute little cow


All their trophies!

Honk honk!

We watched an informative video

Delicious cheese making machines

The cheese sampling table!

Smoky bacon, one of my favorites!!!

Super spicy!

SO delicious!

Col and Matt checkin out the cheeeseI might as well try some delicious cheddar popcorn as well!

Darling Hill

I sampled SO MUCH CHEESE. I was in heaven! My favorite was the smoky bacon. SO SO good.

Next up was Italian night at Joe’s Pond – it was a great time!

Joes Pond!

Stuffed my face as usual. YUM!

Mr. Whelly and Mrs. T :)

Colin and I

Mr. and Mrs. T

Kelly and Mr. T

Ashamed/disgusted by Colin as per usual. haha

Trout River, yumm

Matt and Mrs. T, BFFs

Colin and his gramp

Kelly liiikes

Colin and his Grandpa W


Colin giving Mrs. T a casual lift

After Italian night we went to a party at one of my previous co-workers who just so happens to have a camp on the same pond as Colin’s grandparents. Such a small world!

There was lots of dancing, and even more singing, but I was warned, no pictures allowed. So, sorry folks!
We had a wonderful weekend up in VT and on my way back I got to stop in Andover to see three of my favorite people (well, one is a dog…) I had dinner with Meg and Matt and then we got ice cream. It was a lovely little Sunday night.

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That is why God made Colin a boy and Colleen a girl

This, for me, is the equivalent of Colin receiving his box of new turkey hunting gear from Cabela’s. That is what God made Colin a boy and Colleen a girl.

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Tonight we went to see RENT performed at Merrimack. It was awesome – they did such a great job! I was impressed by the fact that Merrimack decided to put on what could be called a ‘controversial’ show (dealing with AIDS/HIV, drug use, girls kissing girls, boys kissing boys, gender confusion etc.), especially with the fact that Merrimack is a private, Catholic school. Good for them!

I love the music, the characters, pretty much everything about RENT and I truly thought they did the show justice tonight. Congratulations!

Tomorrow is a busy day. I have to run 11 miles, YIKES!

After that, we have my co-workers wedding tomorrow night, which Colin and I are really excited for. Should be a great time! Although, I was not able to ‘Rent the Runway‘ unfortunately! I totally dropped the ball on that – I waited to the last minute to remember that I wanted to rent a dress! Ugh. Luckily Nicole helped me out BIG time and brought in some dresses today for me to try out, so we’ll see, I haven’t decided on one yet…
Time for rest. Goodnight!

Nap time at work?

Three things for you tonight…

I’m sitting at my desk today, putzing around, getting some stuff done on the computer when I hear a noise. It sounds like a raspy whisper mixed with a little bit of a squeak. What the hell is that? Are those damn mice back again?

Nope, not a mouse. Just the lady a few cubes down singing. Not only can I hear her singing, but I can also hear the music coming from her headphones. Now, this is not just any singing, this is gospel music singing. And I use the term ‘singing‘ loosely, this lady was breakin’ it dowwwn. The whole day I sporadically hear, ‘I just wanna praaaise himmm!’ Well, maybe that’s what you wanna do, but personally, I just wanna get my work done and go home.

I was thinking about this today… how weird would it be if you had nap time at work? After lunch everyone gets on their blanket and falls asleep for an hour and wakes up well rested. Sounds awesome doesn’t it? Well it wouldn’t be. Think about it, you’re on your blanket and somehow Pervy Pat’s blanket ends up next to yours every day. Or you’re late to nap time because your meeting ran over so the only place left is right in between BO Bertha and Stinky Steve. Or one day you wake up and the guy you went out with once for one drink (because you felt bad for him) is spooning you. Plus, when you wake up you’re gonna have bad breath, messy hair and are gonna be so out of it.

Lesson learned – nap time at work = an unpleasant, creepy situation.

Colin is a hunter. I think I have only met one, maybe two hunters before I started dating Colin. I’m from Long Island, I’m a flat lander as he likes to call me. Colin is from Vermont, a mountain man as I like to call him. Growing up hunting was as foreign to me as moral values are to Lindsay Lohan.

Anyway, tonight Colin received the package from Cabelas that he has been waiting for. It was like watching a five-year old come down the stairs on Christmas morning. I don’t think I’ve ever seen Colin this excited. Had I known I could have won him over with the combination of a turkey call and a turkey hunting vest (yes, that’s what it’s actually called) I would have bought them myself a lot sooner!

Poor Colin is SO excited about turkey season and I have ruined opening day for him. My birthday is Saturday, May 1st – opening day. I was born on opening day of turkey season?! Mom, how could you have done this? Sorry Colin!

Colin modeling his new gear

Go get them turkeys!

Ok, I must get to bed. Sweet dreams :)