By Sara Herrmann, August 2010

There are times, especially in the depths of winter, when I go for weeks without seeing Lake Erie. But one of the beauties of living in Westfield is that you know, at a moment’s notice, you can be there.

By Sara Herrmann, August 2010

Each year the local grape harvest has its own unique story to tell. There are bumper crops when warm springs usher in summers full of sunshine, giving the fruit a chance to ripen beautifully on the vine. There are other years when early frosts kill off countless acres and cool, rainy summers lead to lower yields. Such is the yearly ebb and flow, generation after generation, on family grape farms in the Westfield area.

By Alan P. Herrmann, August 2010

Small towns have always held a particular fascination for me. I grew up in one, attended college in two of them, lived in or near one for most of my working life and, recently, moved to yet another one – Westfield, New York.

By Tony Pisicoli, August 2010

By James C. O’Brien, August 2010

I like Westfield because of the McClurg Museum. In fact, it’s one of the reasons I decided to move here. My first impression when I toured the museum was that Westfield must have a lot going for it because it preserved such an historic property.

By Joan Lemke, August 2010

August 2010

Most Westfieldians lead unassuming, quiet lives, untouched by fame or notoriety, and that’s been true since its founding. But once in a while fate taps one of ours for eternal posterity. Here are a few of our residents and friends so rewarded.

By Joel Seachrist,  August 2010

They were worth the wait.

Wisps of mist rose from the clear green water of the creek in the early morning chill. Dark forms of fish flitted through the deeper pools from time to time, but none would take the flies we offered them expectantly for nearly an hour. And then the sun rose above the treeline.