Post by Jezzy MacPeaks on Aug 21, 2009 13:01:25 GMT -5
My heartfelt thanks goes to Mr. Ron Tamburrino and the other Trumbull Township Trustees for reminding me and many hundreds of us just how special the Great Lakes Medieval Faire is.
While the battle rages on between Larry and the township, we the the vendors and playtrons have formed a much more cohesive bond. Our individual relationships have now melded together to form a more solidified union. We didn't scatter like roaches at the first sight of bogus legal documents being forced upon us. Instead, we behaved more like a herd of threatened elephants, protecting our own. We joined together to ward off that which threatens not only our home and livelihood, but also our basic legal rights.
It is you we have to thank, Mr. Tamburrino, for reminding us of just how much we need each other, especially in these hard times, when government steps in everyday trampling on the people because of its greed and need to fill its coffers with that which the sweat of its citizens has built. But, we won't go quietly. We won't slink away with our tails tucked between our legs. NO! I say HELL NO! We won't go!
However, should by some horrendous twist of fate, your evil empire steals our beloved Avaloch, I swear to you, the spirits of all who have entered her gates shall not rest! Nor shall these spirits give rest to those who would attempt to profit or live on these hallowed grounds. For you see, it is not only our bodies which enter six weeks out of every year, but our very souls, which shall return to Avaloch to share a special bond of love and admiration not found anywhere else on this earth!
You may lock the gates, but there is no gate high enough, nor any lock strong enough to keep our spirits out. We will haunt this wood of the Great Lakes Medieval Faire forever! The spirits of our dearly departed are there now, keeping vigil over our home. You may fight us, but good luck fighting them! Those who loved this faire, who died loving it, and whose spirits we have memorialized there, as we never want to forget them when we come to celebrate our annual reunion. Avaloch will be haunted eternally by their spirits and ours, and you shall find no rest, unless you forget your small-minded ways and stop trying to profit from something you had no hand in building. Leave Avaloch to its people. The ones who built it with their own sweat and blood, who love it enough to return each year whether it puts money into there pockets or not. You see, for six weekends out of every year, there is one place in this world where there is truly something more desirable and enticing than the almighty dollar. There is a sense of "family", of love and acceptance, no matter WHO YOU are, as long as you come with an open heart, an open mind and respect for your fellow man.
While the battle rages on between Larry and the township, we the the vendors and playtrons have formed a much more cohesive bond. Our individual relationships have now melded together to form a more solidified union. We didn't scatter like roaches at the first sight of bogus legal documents being forced upon us. Instead, we behaved more like a herd of threatened elephants, protecting our own. We joined together to ward off that which threatens not only our home and livelihood, but also our basic legal rights.
It is you we have to thank, Mr. Tamburrino, for reminding us of just how much we need each other, especially in these hard times, when government steps in everyday trampling on the people because of its greed and need to fill its coffers with that which the sweat of its citizens has built. But, we won't go quietly. We won't slink away with our tails tucked between our legs. NO! I say HELL NO! We won't go!
However, should by some horrendous twist of fate, your evil empire steals our beloved Avaloch, I swear to you, the spirits of all who have entered her gates shall not rest! Nor shall these spirits give rest to those who would attempt to profit or live on these hallowed grounds. For you see, it is not only our bodies which enter six weeks out of every year, but our very souls, which shall return to Avaloch to share a special bond of love and admiration not found anywhere else on this earth!
You may lock the gates, but there is no gate high enough, nor any lock strong enough to keep our spirits out. We will haunt this wood of the Great Lakes Medieval Faire forever! The spirits of our dearly departed are there now, keeping vigil over our home. You may fight us, but good luck fighting them! Those who loved this faire, who died loving it, and whose spirits we have memorialized there, as we never want to forget them when we come to celebrate our annual reunion. Avaloch will be haunted eternally by their spirits and ours, and you shall find no rest, unless you forget your small-minded ways and stop trying to profit from something you had no hand in building. Leave Avaloch to its people. The ones who built it with their own sweat and blood, who love it enough to return each year whether it puts money into there pockets or not. You see, for six weekends out of every year, there is one place in this world where there is truly something more desirable and enticing than the almighty dollar. There is a sense of "family", of love and acceptance, no matter WHO YOU are, as long as you come with an open heart, an open mind and respect for your fellow man.
)
...