Blumstein's Lawsuit Over Tongor Pines Still Leaves Unanswered
By Tree McElhinney
A lawsuit filed by town resident Charlie Blumstein against the
Town of Olive Zoning Board of Appeals was dismissed last month
on a technicality. The suit challenged an area variance that
the ZBA granted last October to the SHARP Committee, a Shankdaken-based
development agency, for the expansion of the Tongore Pines senior
housing complex in Olivebridge.
Just Call It
Larry Fessenden's Local Horror Show
By Annie Nocenti
It was while dangling his fantastic, handmade, seven-foot
tall half-man half-deer creature over the gravel pits
behind the Olive town buildings, shooting the climactic
scene in his movie, that filmmaker Larry Fessenden got
to know the locals. "They were very amused by my
monster," he laughs.
PLAY BALL... The Onteora Babe
Ruth League is for boys in the 14-15 year range. They play regularly
at the fields near Bennett and the High School. On page 15 inside
you'll see them all playing Marlboro on a recent sunny afternoon.
Where Do We Shop?
The Town, Like Its Geography, Splits Its Shopping Between
By Tree McElhinney
For most of us in the town of Olive, picking up a gallon of
milk or a loaf of bread involves getting in our cars and driving
- a couple of miles, if we're lucky, to the local general
store, or over 10 to the nearest grocery store.
With a population nearing 5,000, Olive consists of 40,000
rural acres spread across both sides of the Ashokan Reservoir.
The one grocery store - the Boiceville Market - is located
near the northern tip of town, adjacent to Reservoir Natural
Foods, a health food store.
There are a few general stores - Tetta's
located in Samsonville, the American General Store in West
Shokan, the Fill'n Station in Shokan and the soon to be opened
Jacobson's Tongore Country Store (see story in the News in
Brief) in Olivebridge.
Homes, Not Houses...
A Personal Examination Of How and Why Olive's Real Estate
Looks The Way It Does
By Martha Frankel
I grew up in a garden apartment in Queens, NY. My apartment
had a stoop out front and a sidewalk around it; so did every
other house within ten miles. The stoop (3 concrete steps
and enough room to put two chairs, knee-to-knee) was great-
you could sit on it and talk with your friends late into a
summer night;you could throw a ball against it (hoping to
hit that sweet spot where the riser and the step met) and
watch the Spalding sail out into the street, where other kids
would catch it and fling it back to you; you could sneak out
there when no one was looking and just dream.