Piece honors a life

Local composer drew from Martin Luther King’s words

Amid the deep thrumming of drums and swelling notes of brass instruments came the words of Martin Luther King Jr.

“There comes a time when people get tired; tired of being segregated and humiliated, tired of being kicked about by the brutal feet of oppression.” Continue reading


Primary profile: Buddy Roemer

Louisiana Gov. Charles E. “Buddy” Roemer 3rd had a fight on his hands.

MICHAEL MOORE / Sentinel Staff

After four terms as a Democratic U.S. congressman, two-term Gov. Roemer found himself in an uphill battle for re-election in 1991.

Staunchly opposed to accepting large campaign contributions, his wasn’t a well-funded campaign.

Behind the scenes, Roemer was picking up the pieces of his personal life after his second wife left him, and while he had balanced the state’s budget and made other notable policy strides, his aloof political style had done little to garner allies in the state’s Legislature, according to a book by Raymond D. Strother, a now-retired strategist who worked on the campaign.

Amidst all this, Roemer was taking heat from national Republicans to cross the aisle and join them, Strother later wrote in “Falling Up: How A Redneck Helped Invent Political Consulting.”

On March 11, 1991, Roemer flipped the switch and changed his party affiliation to Republican.

“I think for once the man was being pragmatic,” Strother said during an interview last month. “He’s about two steps in front of everyone in politics and I think he saw that the South was shifting and I think he wanted to ride the wave.
“He didn’t care about political parties, and he still doesn’t.”

It was a wave Roemer wouldn’t catch. Continue reading

Primary profile: Fred Karger

Fred Karger grew up near Chicago and spent his college years in Colorado before settling in California for most of his adult life.

Michael Moore / Keene Sentinel

But it could be said that the roots of his campaign for the top seat in the White House are right here in New Hampshire.

He told his family during a gathering in 2009 in Hawaii that he was considering throwing his hat in the ring and a couple months later, during a February 2010 visit to see his aunt in Peterborough, started talking to people about running.

“That was trip one (to New Hampshire),” he said. “A lot of it, initially, was just going around, meeting people.
“I had my first town meeting in May of last year in Keene.”

A few months later, in April 2010 at the Southern Republican Leadership Conference in New Orleans, he officially announced he was considering waging a campaign. Continue reading

Years after fatal cycle crash, family keeps memory alive

JAFFREY — A lot has changed in the five years since Martin A. Taylor of Jaffrey died from injuries suffered in a motorcycle crash.

With each passing milestone or birth of a new family member, his family is reminded of the painful loss of the gregarious man they knew as Marty, who had a passion for fixing and riding motorcycles and told it like he saw it.

Like many families dealing with the loss of a loved one, members of the Taylor family say they take it one day at a time. Continue reading

Decade of questions

Family, friends remember Sinclairs as probe continues

By Casey Farrar
Sentinel Staff
Published Friday, February 04, 2011
A decade has passed since Tina M. Sinclair and her 15-year-old daughter Bethany vanished from their Chesterfield home.

Tina Sinclair - courtesy photo

They were last seen Feb. 3, 2001; their bodies were never found. Although the Sinclairs are officially listed as missing persons, investigators have said they are treating the disappearances as unsolved homicides.

For most of their family, hope of finding the Sinclairs alive has faded.

Bethany Sinclair - courtesy photo

Instead, they wish that one day they’ll be able to bury the mother and daughter and, if they were murdered, that justice will be served.

And while they wait, family and friends of Tina and Bethany Sinclair treasure memories of a vivacious woman who dreamed of being a beautician and nurse and a shy teen with shining brown eyes who was just beginning to find her place in the world. Continue reading

29,035 feet at 65

By Casey Farrar

Sentinel Staff

Published Aug. 29, 2010

The day Donall B. Healy reached the summit of Mount Everest, he had climbed 11 straight hours.

Most of it was in a blinding snowstorm.

Wrapped in a puffy orange climbing suit, his face covered by an oxygen mask and large, dark glasses to cut the glare, Healy perched to rest near a pole draped with colorful prayer flags.

He felt numb.

The 29,035-foot elevation at the top made each step feel like a monumental task, and even hooked to an oxygen tank, his senses were dulled in the thin air.

A teammate grabbed his camera and snapped a few shots of the 65-year-old mountaineer, who lives in New York City and Stoddard, before a guide insisted the group head down to avoid worsening weather.

The nearest camp was a four-hour slog down the mountain, and as the group of six climbers, their guides and sherpas descended, the weather broke.

Although the 10 minutes or so he spent at the top that day in May was a blur, the story of his arrival there had been a winding road that started long before he’d set off for Kathmandu, Nepal, with his wife, Joyce, in March. Continue reading