“I beg your pardon,” Lily said.Ī pink-cheeked lady, sitting on the opposite mottled plush bench, smiled politely and returned to her book.
How did the English survive their ghastly climate? She stamped her feet furiously, and in so doing kicked an inoffensive stranger good and hard on the ankle. It is the one thing I am still useful for: to remember. You looked forward to a jolly meeting of ectoplasms. If your friends were too broke to come to you, you went to them, even if they lived in Grimsby, Lincs. There was a reason for being on this train. Stop being pathetic, she thought, sell your violets somewhere else. Then she revolted against this vision of herself as a female Flying Dutchman or Wandering Jew. I might as well keep moving, she thought with disgust, it’s less trouble.
It was some sort of record in case you went out for records four dwellings and a romp around the world in four and a half years, or since May 7, 1945, to be exact. But the question was: where? There had been a villa, an ancient stone barracks really, in Fiesole a glassy flat in Paris a grim little dump constructed of marshmallow sauce at Praia da Rocha, the bottom edge of Europe where Portugal caved into the sea a house, dainty and dead, in London and luckily no house on that jaunt to the glamorous Orient and only a hotel suite during the brief visit home, if New York had ever been home. Nothing prevented her from buying or renting another house and living in it. There was no law which forced her into English railway carriages in November.
She was full of hate for this weather, this opposite of scenery, the still pain of the cold, and wondered why she moved at all, any month even June was a nice time to stay in one place. No one should move in November, Lily Cameron thought. England looked larger, flatter and more desolate than was either possible or fair. Cold leaked around the window frames and the door of the railway carriage. A smeared grey sky closed down over the smeared brown land. The event successfully generated over $180,000 for the HEADstrong Foundation giving them the ability to strengthen their commitment to providing assistance and resources to patients and families around the country dealing with blood cancers.THIS was the shapeless weather all travellers dread.
While teams were paired against one another the one common opponent was blood cancer, the disease that claimed the life of HEADstrong Founder Nicholas Colleluori. The event featured 24 collegiate programs over the course of two full days. A festival-like atmosphere set the tone for the largest event ever held by the organization gathering over 10,000 spectators to witness some of the most competitive collegiate lacrosse in the country. Read MoreĪssisting The HEADstrong Goal, 6th Annual Colleluori Classic Raises 180Kįolsom, PA – Not even a brisk and dreary second day could damper the spirit and positive energy surrounding this weekend’s 6th Annual Nicholas Colleluori Classic at Ridley High School in Folsom, Pennsylvania. The award is named after the former Pride lacrosse player, who waged a courageous 14-month fight against non-Hodgkin’s lymphoma, before passing away in November 2006 at age 21. The award seeks to acknowledge those student-athlete’s who have not been adequately recognized during their careers, yet have always been exceptional representatives of the Hofstra Athletics Program. The Nick Colleluori Unsung Hero Award was established in 2007 to recognize the accomplishments of a male and female student-athlete who helped their respective teams achieve success in ways that may not always be measured by statistics. This year, men’s basketball player Stevie Mejia and women’s lacrosse player Taylor Albright were named recipients of the prestigious award.
Hempstead, NY – On Monday May 6, 2013, members of the Colleluori family were on hand to recognize the recipients of the 2013 Nicholas Colleluori Unsung Hero Award at the Annual Hofstra University Awards Banquet.