January 8-9 2022

SAT, Jan 8

  • Community Resource: JACKSON SKI TOURING
    Info and Trail report: https://www.jacksonxc.org/trail-report/
  • Community Resource: LIBRARY OPEN
    10am-2pm • Jackson Library
    Contact the library for additional help: 603.383.9731 or by email: staff@jacksonlibrary.org
  • MUSIC AROUND TOWN
    • Red Parka Pub: Rek-lis • 4-7pm
    • Shannon Door: Marty Quirk • 4-6pm
    • Wildcat Tavern: Jonathan Sarty • 6-9pm

SUN, Jan 9

  • INTERFAITH GATHERING
    8am • Old Red Library & Zoom
    Join us for poetry, prayer, and conversation.
  • Zoom link required.
  • WORSHIP
    10:30am • (zoom & in-person)
    • Music by Alan Labrie
      Message by Rev Gail Pomeroy Doktor
    • Zoom link required.
    • Service will also be live-streamed to website and Facebook (if technology supports this function on the day of event).
    • Afterward, recordings of worship service will be posted to FacebookVimeo.com channel & Youtube.com channel.
  • MUSIC AROUND TOWN
    • Red Parka Pub: Blue Sundays with Blue Steel Express • 5-8:30pm
    • Shovel Handle Pub: Scott Baer • 4:30-7:30pm
    • Shannon Door: SHeehan & Holden • 6-9pm
  • Community Resource: JACKSON SKI TOURING
    Info and Trail report: https://www.jacksonxc.org/trail-report/
    • Register now for Programs: 603-383-9355
    • Four week Sunday Programs: Jan. 9, 16, 23, 30
      • Intro Skate ($125/person, less $25 w/Season Pass)
        Learn to Skate in a progression of Friday sessions. A special rate for skate ski rentals is available. (Four 1.5 hour sessions)
      • Classic Gliding with Ease ($100/person, less $10 w/Season Pass)
        Ski further with less effort and more smiles! You may even start looking for more hills and corners because they are fun when you have the skills. (Four 1 hour sessions)

Reflections on being lost and being where you belong

All that is gold does not glitter,
Not all those who wander are lost;
The old that is strong does not wither,
Deep roots are not reached by the frost.
— JRR Tolkien

Here every bird and fish knew its course. Every tree had its own place upon this earth. Only man had lost his way. ― Margaret Craven

We’re not lost. We’re just headed somewhere different.
― Emily X.R. Pan

We all seek for lost things within us. ― Toba Beta

Remember your name. Do not lose hope —what you seek will be found. ― Neil Gaiman

SONGS about BEING LOST and BEING WHERE YOU BELONG:

BLESSING — Jan Richardson

You hardly knew
how hungry you were
to be gathered in,
to receive the welcome
that invited you to enter
entirely…
Tentative steps
became settling in…
You began to breathe again…
You learned to sing.

But the deal with this blessing
is that it will not leave you alone,
will not let you linger…
this blessing
will ask you to leave,
not because it has tired of you
but because it desires for you
to become the sanctuary
that you have found…

I Want to Thank the Wind Blows — Alli Warren 
Sound of the rain so I knowthere’s constraintsound of  the trainso I know commercehas not come to a standstillnow they raise the barriernow they set it back in place What coats the bottomof  the surface of  the soundwhen the swifts come inwhen the clerks come homewho will bathe the childrenwho will bake the bread when the luff is tightwhen the mainsheetstarts the boat underway whatever you do don’tlet the tongue slipfrom its moorings what’s that song?love lift us up where we belong I ate the pilland the pill was real

I Belong Here   Ray Gonzalez 
There is no act of forgiveness,only the redeeming light onthe shoulders dancing intall weeds, cigarettes goneand the girls slapping free. The tortilla cart burns againstthe wall because Jesus calledmy brother who was acquiredby whistling gangs of menunder the hanging arch. There can be no night withoutthe wind on shoulders exhaustedby games and messages my brotherlost between the darkness andthe bridge into Juarez, Mexico, where no crows caw becausethe buildings are torn andflashlights are narrow intheir beaming stumble,my thoughts the last oneson this side of the river, my sudden happiness hiddenin celestial light without beingappalled at what I see, my earsto the ground listening to weedsoverrun by boys who can’t spelland are waiting for me withoutknowing pilgrims are on the border. Whatever kills them spares methe journey to beg for purityamong unspoken Spanisheveryone fears in their greed.The group doesn’t know it iswhat the river stones teach,though I can’t speak of them because faith is prehistoric andmy brother is pursued by duststorms that erase his footprintsacross the back roads where heloses his language of need.

ON BEING LOST

Lost is a lovely place to find yourself. ― Michael Faudet

Maybe family were the people who came looking for you when you were lost. ― Vikki Wakefield

I’m not sure this is a world I belong in anymore. I’m not sure that I want to wake up. ― Gayle Forman

In this world, it is too common for people to search for someone to lose themselves in. But I am already lost. I will look for someone to find myself in. ― C. JoyBell C

If you feel lost, disappointed, hesitant, or weak, return to yourself, to who you are, here and now and when you get there, you will discover yourself, like a lotus flower in full bloom, even in a muddy pond, beautiful and strong. ― Masaru Emoto

Some beautiful paths can’t be discovered without getting lost. ― Erol Ozan 

Getting lost is just another way of saying ‘going exploring. ― Justina Chen Headley

I realise now that I wanted to disappear. To get so lost that nobody ever found me. To go so far away that I’d never be able to make my way home again. ― Jessica Warman

I Think it is lost…..but nothing is ever lost nor can be lost .
The body sluggish, aged, cold, the ember left from earlier fires
shall duly flame again. ― Walt Whitman 

First I lost my heart. Then I lost my mind. ― Jennifer Salvato Doktorski

Slowly, with many lost days, I come back to life. ― Suzanne Collins

Sometimes I feel like I don’t belong anywhere, & it’s gonna take so long for me to get to somewhere, Sometimes I feel so heavy hearted, but I can’t explain cuz I’m so guarded. But that’s a lonely road to travel, and a heavy load to bear. And it’s a long, long way to heaven but I gotta get there
Can you send an angel
Can you send me an angel…to guide me?
― Alicia Keys

APPLY WITHIN — Suzy Kassem 

You once told me
You wanted to find
Yourself in the world –
And I told you to
First apply within,
To discover the world
within you.

You once told me
You wanted to save
The world from all its wars –
And I told you to
First save yourself
From the world,
And all the wars
You put yourself
Through.

JOHN PEPPER Celebration of Life

Jackson Community Church: Saturday, Dec. 4 • 11am 


Video link for those unable to attend the service: https://youtu.be/q6l-mR8K7ZY

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For attendance at the Celebration of Life service: MASKING is required.

In lieu of flowers, contributions may be made in John’s name to the Friends of the Jackson Public Library, P.O. Box 276, Jackson, NH, 03846, http://Jacksonlibrary.orgJOHN PEPPER: After a long and active life, John Pepper aged 96 died at home in Jackson NH on November 10, 2021 surrounded by family. John is survived by his wife of 54 years, Alice Pepper and his daughter Sarah Isberg and husband Roger, and son Brian Pendleton and wife Darchelle Worley. He also leaves six grandchildren, Rowan, Bridget, Kirsten and Silas Gill and David and Daniel Pendleton, and a nephew, Rob Pepper and niece, Randy Pepper. He was predeceased in 2017 by his son, Eric Pendleton.
John was born May 8, 1925 in Newton MA to Benjamin Ward Pepper and Esther Harrod Pepper. After public schools in Newton, MA, he attended Phillips Exeter Academy where he acquired a love of learning and debate and developed friendships which would last throughout his lifetime. John was an active alumnus of PEA until his passing. He was a competitive swimmer at Exeter and later in college. He graduated in 1943 at the height of World War II, then joined the US Navy and received a Bachelor of Arts in Naval Science at Tufts University before deploying to Guam to guard supplies (including “acres and acres of beer”) for the invasion of Japan. After the Navy he earned a second degree at Tufts, then following in his father's footsteps began a career in the insurance industry. He worked briefly in New York City before returning to work in Boston, where he shared an apartment on Beacon Street with a group of friends. He bought a home in Marblehead MA in 1955 where he lived for the next three decades.
In 1967 John married Alice Pendleton, whom he met while skiing at Wildcat Mountain, and acquired a family which included Alice's three pre-teenage children, Brian, Sarah and Eric, and one large Collie named Ninette. John advanced through the ranks in the insurance industry, becoming chief operating officer of the Boston office of Frank B Hall, Inc until he retired in 1984.

After retirement John and Alice moved to Alice's family home in Jackson NH, though he and Alice continued to travel to Boston once a month to attend concerts of the Boston Symphony Orchestra, nurturing their shared love of classical music for more than 50 years. They maintained a busy schedule of skiing in the winter, sailing in the summer, gardening and community involvement. They were active members of the White Mountain Milers and the New England Ski Museum, where John was a director for many years. They competed on the Sise Cup masters ski racing circuit every winter.

John and Alice also enjoyed traveling to Europe for hiking, bicycling, and visiting gardens. John was known for his dedication to outdoor physical activity and his devotion to the people with whom he shared his passions.

He made lifelong friends at virtually every stage of his life, greeting them whether on the slopes of Wildcat or the coast of Maine with his trademark yodel "Hupdiddlyodeeyo-teeyodelliyodeliyo”. John was an early and beloved member of the White Mountain Ski Runners a.k.a. the "White Mules" ski club, and with them organized the first charter ski flight to Europe in 1954.

He instilled and encouraged a love for hiking and skiing in his children and grandchildren, together with Alice leading them up the summits of the New Hampshire 4000-footers and down the trails of Wildcat Mountain during their formative years. Recognizing a good deal when he saw one, John bought a lifetime pass to Wildcat when he was in his 30’s and skied on it for 50 years, completing approximately 12,000 top to bottom runs on the mountain during that time.
John was a member of the Eastern Yacht Club since 1957, and for several decades spent weeks every summer sailing down the coast of Maine on the "Keewaydin" with Alice, joined by friends, or children and grandchildren on occasion, visiting islands and gardens, swimming every morning rain or shine and buying dinner from passing lobster boats whenever possible. Inspired to take up running by a family friend, John ran three marathons and five half- marathons in his 50s and 60s then switched to bicycling for another 25 years. When he could no longer cycle he switched to walking and became a familiar sight to residents of the Black Mountain triangle and the Carter Notch Road.

Pragmatic that way, John was willing to exchange one activity for another as he grew older, taking up each one with his characteristic energy and enthusiasm. His favorite way to spend a winters day in his 80’s was to ski 8 nonstop runs at Wildcat, followed by an hour of cross-country skiing in Jackson, and then swimming laps in an outdoor heated pool at Attitash. He and Alice became avid golfers and continued to play into their 90’s. John was always liberal with his time and energy, supporting Alice in her various pursuits and faithfully nurturing children and grandchildren as they moved into adulthood. He was a caring, generous and wise head of his family for more than half a century and we will never forget him.

For attendance at the Celebration of Life service: MASKING is required.
In lieu of flowers, contributions may be made in John’s name to the Friends of the Jackson Public Library, P.O. Box 276, Jackson, NH, 03846, http://Jacksonlibrary.org

JOHN PEPPER: After a long and active life, John Pepper aged 96 died at home in Jackson NH on November 10, 2021 surrounded by family. John is survived by his wife of 54 years, Alice Pepper and his daughter Sarah Isberg and husband Roger, and son Brian Pendleton and wife Darchelle Worley. He also leaves six grandchildren, Rowan, Bridget, Kirsten and Silas Gill and David and Daniel Pendleton, and a nephew, Rob Pepper and niece, Randy Pepper. He was predeceased in 2017 by his son, Eric Pendleton.

John was born May 8, 1925 in Newton MA to Benjamin Ward Pepper and Esther Harrod Pepper. After public schools in Newton, MA, he attended Phillips Exeter Academy where he acquired a love of learning and debate and developed friendships which would last throughout his lifetime. John was an active alumnus of PEA until his passing. He was a competitive swimmer at Exeter and later in college. He graduated in 1943 at the height of World War II, then joined the US Navy and received a Bachelor of Arts in Naval Science at Tufts University before deploying to Guam to guard supplies (including “acres and acres of beer”) for the invasion of Japan. After the Navy he earned a second degree at Tufts, then following in his father's footsteps began a career in the insurance industry. He worked briefly in New York City before returning to work in Boston, where he shared an apartment on Beacon Street with a group of friends. He bought a home in Marblehead MA in 1955 where he lived for the next three decades.

In 1967 John married Alice Pendleton, whom he met while skiing at Wildcat Mountain, and acquired a family which included Alice's three pre-teenage children, Brian, Sarah and Eric, and one large Collie named Ninette. John advanced through the ranks in the insurance industry, becoming chief operating officer of the Boston office of Frank B Hall, Inc until he retired in 1984.

After retirement John and Alice moved to Alice's family home in Jackson NH, though he and Alice continued to travel to Boston once a month to attend concerts of the Boston Symphony Orchestra, nurturing their shared love of classical music for more than 50 years. They maintained a busy schedule of skiing in the winter, sailing in the summer, gardening and community involvement. They were active members of the White Mountain Milers and the New England Ski Museum, where John was a director for many years. They competed on the Sise Cup masters ski racing circuit every winter.

John and Alice also enjoyed traveling to Europe for hiking, bicycling, and visiting gardens. John was known for his dedication to outdoor physical activity and his devotion to the people with whom he shared his passions.

He made lifelong friends at virtually every stage of his life, greeting them whether on the slopes of Wildcat or the coast of Maine with his trademark yodel "Hupdiddlyodeeyo-teeyodelliyodeliyo”. John was an early and beloved member of the White Mountain Ski Runners a.k.a. the "White Mules" ski club, and with them organized the first charter ski flight to Europe in 1954.

He instilled and encouraged a love for hiking and skiing in his children and grandchildren, together with Alice leading them up the summits of the New Hampshire 4000-footers and down the trails of Wildcat Mountain during their formative years. Recognizing a good deal when he saw one, John bought a lifetime pass to Wildcat when he was in his 30’s and skied on it for 50 years, completing approximately 12,000 top to bottom runs on the mountain during that time.

John was a member of the Eastern Yacht Club since 1957, and for several decades spent weeks every summer sailing down the coast of Maine on the "Keewaydin" with Alice, joined by friends, or children and grandchildren on occasion, visiting islands and gardens, swimming every morning rain or shine and buying dinner from passing lobster boats whenever possible. Inspired to take up running by a family friend, John ran three marathons and five half- marathons in his 50s and 60s then switched to bicycling for another 25 years. When he could no longer cycle he switched to walking and became a familiar sight to residents of the Black Mountain triangle and the Carter Notch Road.

Pragmatic that way, John was willing to exchange one activity for another as he grew older, taking up each one with his characteristic energy and enthusiasm. His favorite way to spend a winters day in his 80’s was to ski 8 nonstop runs at Wildcat, followed by an hour of cross-country skiing in Jackson, and then swimming laps in an outdoor heated pool at Attitash. He and Alice became avid golfers and continued to play into their 90’s. John was always liberal with his time and energy, supporting Alice in her various pursuits and faithfully nurturing children and grandchildren as they moved into adulthood. He was a caring, generous and wise head of his family for more than half a century and we will never forget him.

FAREWELL to JOHN PEPPER

With permission from the family, we pass along this message:
JOHN PEPPER DIED WED, NOV 10th AT HOME

      With deepest regret, and the family’s permission, we share the news that beloved community member John Pepper died at home, surrounded by family, on Wed, Nov 10. At this time, the Pepper family is making plans for a Celebration of Life service to be held in early December at Jackson Community Church. More information will be shared at a later time. 
      If anyone wishes to visit the family at home, please call first, but visitors are welcome. Mail and messages may be sent to the Pepper home via PO Box 823, Jackson, NH 03846. 
      Meanwhile, for anyone who wishes to make donations in memory of John Pepper, John requested that such gifts be directed to the Friends of the Jackson Public Library, PO Box 276, Jackson NH 03846 or online: https://www.paypal.com/fundraiser/charity/199274.

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