At Mascoma Bank, one of our most important goals is to be a force for positive change. No less an authority than Mahatma Gandhi once said, “The greatness of a nation and its moral progress can be judged by the way its animals are treated.” If that’s true, the Lucy Mackenzie Humane Society is making us all look good.
Where can you go to find quite a lot of humanity’s collective wisdom, plus a whole lot of wonderful entertainment, at your fingertips for a very reasonable price? And where there are friendly, knowledgeable people eager to help you find what you’re looking for?
The aliens are coming, if they are not already here. And we don’t mean little green men from Mars. We mean plants—invasive plants, to be precise.
“They’re baaaack!” By which we don’t mean supernatural evil spirits come to terrorize you in your home. We mean something even worse, and very much of this world—black flies.
Mascoma Bank is thrilled to announce that we were honored with the American Psychological Association’s 2019 Psychologically Healthy Workplace Award at a ceremony on March 28 in Washington, DC.
Golfers in the Upper Valley never need much of an excuse to spend time on the greens. The slightest hint of warm weather brings them out in droves in early spring, and they stay out there driving, chipping, and putting until their fingers freeze in late October or early November.
As we begin to emerge from our winter hideaways and notice the green that's starting to pop all around, consider that it’s the perfect time to consider joining a CSA!
If there are such things as “food deserts,” what we have during the summer in the Upper Valley is a “food rain forest.”
How much do you depend on your smartphone, iPad, laptop, or tablet? If any one of those devices stopped working right now, just how far up a creek without a paddle would you be? Does the thought alone make you break out in a cold sweat?
There’s always that point in an Upper Valley winter when you are gripped with a dreadful possibility—spring will never come! There’s just too much snow, too much cold, too much ice, for spring to ever find its way home. The crocuses and daffodils don’t stand a chance.