A fond, sorrowful farewell to Berkshires

To the editor:

It is with heartbreaking sorrow that I must say goodbye to the beautiful hills that were my home for 44 years. I contributed many a colorfully written essay to The Eagle from my home in Stephentown, N.Y. I moved to Kingston in 2012 and the house that was my life, the place where my family and I enjoyed the wonderful fresh air and nature of the Berkshire Hills, has been sold and I am forever exiled to the gritty dirt of a depressed Hudson Valley town.

I came up here in 1971 with my mom and dad and some of you remember my father, Giacinto Capelli, as a BAA judge and well-known artist. He, too, enlivened the pages of The Eagle with his often lively language and erudite and professional insight as an artist into the cultural scene of the Beautiful Berkshires.

The people of the Berkshires are very lucky to have such fascinating natural history here: 440 million-year-old geology, the Housatonic River (albeit tainted with PCBs) and the winding trails threading their way north over Mount Greylock and beyond. As a naturalist who knows every nook and cranny of these hills, I can attest to their innate beauty which I utilized as an environmental educator at nearby Springside Park in developing programs for the Berkshire public.

Oh, how I will miss this area and I wish desperately that I could return here and live in the hills and valley which gave me so many pleasurable memories. I remember Pittsfield when GE was still here and Park Square was a true rotary and North Street had more buildings. Remember England's?


As a naturalist though, I find it ironic that as a teenage refugee from New York I found sanctuary here, found freedom, life and beauty here, and now, I have to live in another urban environment, separated from the call of the wood thrush and the yelp of the coyote and the brilliant stars circling overhead in the cold firmament of the Berkshire skies.

I will miss everything here from the cold snowy winters that filled the driveway in Stephentown to the hot summers that made me want to jump into Pontoosuc Lake for a swim. I will miss hiking and growing a garden and bicycling here and visiting the wonderful little shops of Lenox and Stockbridge. I will especially miss Lenox, where I worked as a gardener for Krofta Engineering. I will miss it all. I am so sad to say goodbye.

Victor C. Capelli, Kingston, N.Y.