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Bob Gray has lived in Great Barrington most of his life. He was an English teacher and Department Chairman at Monument Mountain Regional High School for 25 years. He has written for publication in various newspapers and literary journals as well as a book on life in the Berkshires.

Articles by Bob Gray

BOB GRAY: A folly by any other name

Wednesday, 4 Jul 2018 - Tired or lazy, I left the rest and planted flowers and grasses, never giving the place another thought before I discovered I had the ruin I always wanted.

BOB GRAY: Light and shadow

Wednesday, 6 Jun 2018 - After the Summer Solstice, waiting for us just around the next bend in time’s progress, the shadow will begin its drift back toward me, slowly demonstrating the diminishing light and the shortening days.

BOB GRAY: Garden thoughts

Thursday, 10 May 2018 - A garden, large or small, invites a man to know the earth, the wind, the rain, and himself.

BOB GRAY: Children’s Crusade

Friday, 23 Feb 2018 - Following the latest school shooting atrocity in Parkland, Florida, another Children’s Crusade is rising: a largely youth-bred movement meant to persuade legislators to take some meaningful action to stem the needless deaths of our country’s children in schools.

BOB GRAY: Contender

Saturday, 27 Jan 2018 - I told my fiancé my plans. She gave me an ultimatum: rope ring or gold ring.

BOB GRAY: Volunteers

Tuesday, 10 Oct 2017 - The squash had “volunteered,” and in their term of enlistment had evaded the damned, destructive woodchucks.

BOB GRAY: Dangerous pig

Tuesday, 5 Sep 2017 - While Trevor went off to buy a foot-long corn dog, I paid a buck to a guy with greasy jeans to visit the world’s largest pig and the world’s smallest horse.

BOB GRAY: This solid flesh

Sunday, 23 Jul 2017 - For the past 50 years, however, I’ve been very successful at losing weight and estimate I’ve dumped more than 300 pounds overboard.

BOB GRAY: Changing views

Saturday, 8 Apr 2017 - We knew the stream as Icy Brook. The trout we sought were natives, eight or ten skittish inches long, and pink as salmon.

BOB GRAY: February hunt

Wednesday, 22 Feb 2017 - In the field, my friends and I leaned into a cutting, northwest wind, looking all the while like stressed tree-line pines.

BOB GRAY: Owls at dusk

Saturday, 4 Feb 2017 - To a man well past the radius of his life's circular journey, the dusky owls' calling suggests hard-learned wisdom.

BOB GRAY: Migration

Sunday, 16 Oct 2016 - If you've kept up with your chores, if your wood pile's high, and your flower beds gone over, put away your hoe and rake.

BOB GRAY: Spot in the sun

Monday, 10 Oct 2016 - At other camps where I'd worked decades ago, the summer's endings were crowded with good-byes and tearful promises to keep summer loves alive.

BOB GRAY: Red house for sale

Monday, 27 Jun 2016 - It took some time, many of my seventy years it seems, to realize, for most of the years I'd lived there, it never really was my home.

BOB GRAY: Kindred Spirits

Saturday, 28 May 2016 - He seemed about my age, and I appreciated, as he read, what I understood as resonances of both vigor and mortality.

BOB GRAY: Blowing in the wind

Tuesday, 29 Mar 2016 - How similar this day was to the day I buried my father, the remembrance, not only of the simple, grave-side service, but also of this same wind seeping through my coat.

BOB GRAY: Signs of spring

Friday, 11 Mar 2016 - Spring geese suffer from a touch of spring fever and have trouble sticking to the serious business of migration.

BOB GRAY: Turnings

Sunday, 20 Dec 2015 - I've always wished, and have earnestly tried, to believe in the circular nature of life.

BOB GRAY: White dazzle

Tuesday, 1 Dec 2015 - If he's winter wishing on a snappy but drab December day, he can't help but hope the changing weather might bring a little snow.

BOB GRAY: Path less traveled

Saturday, 24 Oct 2015 - I walk in part to stop time, since I’ve read somewhere that movement freezes time, forestalls aging.

BOB GRAY: Chaos among the vines

Wednesday, 14 Oct 2015 - I'd decided to circle the vines with sunflowers, plant the seeds inches apart hoping they'd grow like logs into a stockade.

BOB GRAY: A manly pursuit

Thursday, 24 Sep 2015 - It’s sad that rusty stereotyping might keep even one person from enjoying anything his heart and soul might urge him to do.

BOB GRAY: Farewell(s) to summer

Friday, 28 Aug 2015 - In its finality, August, by my lights, lives a double life: a brazen, wilting day at first, a day as crisp as October the next.

BOB GRAY: A dream of hawks

Saturday, 27 Jun 2015 - Hawks are of another, wilder world ruled by a less benign and forgiving god than the one I’ve heard about.

BOB GRAY: Summer Solstice

Saturday, 20 Jun 2015 - Scarce starlight in the double glowing of the night sky remind us the Soltice is really about light, long days of summer so easy to live with, encouraging us to forget caution and prudence, and, like sky night, burn our candles at both ends.

BOB GRAY: The way of things

Wednesday, 3 Jun 2015 - Overeager and anxious to get a jump on the season, I planted a couple of my rows of corn way off line so their crooked ranks stagger, loop from left to right and back again like happy, wandering, drunks.

BOB GRAY: I am the grass

Monday, 25 May 2015 - As the grass grows and the poppies blossom, the lessons of history go begging as we blithely repeat our deadly mistakes time-after-time all down the days, all down the years.