Berkshire Pulse Finds New Home

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GREAT BARRINGTON, Mass. — Berkshire Pulse announced the recent purchase of an historic mill building in downtown Housatonic to serve as the organization's future, permanent home. 
 
Pulse closed on the 3-story, 13,350 square foot facility at 410 Park Street on Dec. 20, 2024, made possible through gifts from several donors.
 
"Berkshire Pulse was founded with the core belief that dance and the creative arts can profoundly enrich peoples' lives—and that everyone should have direct access to the arts, regardless of their age, abilities, or life circumstances. Our community in Housatonic has been incredibly supportive of this mission since we first started holding classes here nearly 20 years ago, and we are grateful for their continued encouragement today," said Bettina Montano, founder and artistic director of Berkshire Pulse. "This new space will allow us to expand our programs, offer more opportunities for local artists, and deepen our impact and connection with the community. We can't wait to envision how our Pulse will evolve now that we finally have a permanent home and a place to grow."
 
Early in 2025, Pulse will begin the planning process to refine the renovation designs, timeline, and funding requirements to convert 410 Park from a private residence to a new, dynamic dance and creative arts center. Project planning costs will be partially supported by a feasibility study grant from the Massachusetts Cultural Council's Cultural Facilities Fund program. 
 
Though the building's purchase and acquisition costs have already been fully underwritten through contributions, the project's planning and construction expenses will need to be raised separately through an anticipated multi-million dollar capital campaign to be launched by Berkshire Pulse's Board of Directors and volunteers later in 2025. 
 
"We are so grateful to these extraordinary donors whose transformational gifts have laid the foundation for what promises to be a bright new future for Pulse," said Abigail Rollins, Executive Director of Berkshire Pulse. "And on the cusp of Pulse's 30th anniversary, we look forward to seeing how our future home will not only allow us to fulfill our mission in new, exciting ways, but also to serve as a community resource for Berkshire-area artists and families for generations to come."
 
30 years ago, Bettina Montano began an afterschool program (initially called "The Flowering Child Performing Arts Program") for children in a gym in Stockbridge. Pulse has had many "homes" since its founding. Coincidentally, one of the locations rented to host Pulse classes in the early years - and Pulse's first home in Housatonic - was at 410 Park Street. Friends of the organization donated considerable time and resources to convert raw space on the bottom floors of 410 Park into two dance studios where Pulse held classes for seven years before the property was ultimately sold and converted into a private residence. 
 
Since 2014, it has rented 6,500 square feet on the third floor of Rubin Mill (located next door at 420 Park Street) for its studios and administrative offices. Pulse will continue to operate its Youth Performing Arts and Community Classes at Rubin Mill for the next several years while it undergoes the construction and capital campaign work required for 410 Park. In addition to maintaining classes in Housatonic, Pulse will continue to offer its many off-site In-School and Community Outreach programs, including its expanded presence in Pittsfield through its partnership with the Berkshire Boys & Girls Club. 
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Guest Column: A Thank You to Marcy's Searchers

By Brad FitzgeraldGuest Column

Dear Berkshire Community, 

It's now been four weeks since we were made to realize the palpable community spirit very much thriving throughout our larger community.


A picture of the recovered Marcy from her lost-and-found posting on Facebook. 

In early December you might recall the powerful three-day snowstorm and below-freezing conditions that hit the region stronger than most in recent memory. As a lover of winter and snow that first morning I took pictures and sent them to family who I hoped would see some snow when they came for Christmas.

We happen to live only a few houses away from Bullard Woods so as with most days I planned to take my two dogs for a walk in the forest and Gould Meadows, but the beautiful, fresh snow lifted that to excitement. Marcy is 13 1/2 and Freddy is 12 1/2. We got them many years ago as adult rescues. They are the joy of my daily journey in nature.

For the past few years Marcy, especially, has lost weight regardless of what we feed her. So for the past few years I became that guy who shows up to the woods in cold weather with big dogs bundled up with a first layer
of reindeer sweaters (including antlers), a second layer of parkas, and their harnesses fitted snugly around both those layers. More poignant, this was to be one of Marcy's first walks back into the woods since her eye removal (due to a tumor) only three weeks prior.

Every day Marcy tells us when it's time to eat … not so much Freddy. When it's near 4:30 p.m. she begins hopping, pacing and whining. I was leaving at 4 p.m. for our walk. Therefore, that day my wife thought I should take a short walk not only because it was almost time for their dinner but she felt more conservative than usual about a shorter walk considering Marcy had only recently recovered from surgery. 

Given the snowy conditions I was alone that afternoon in the woods except for one person I saw later on. I let the dogs off leash to play in the snow and they loved it. They trotted around, sniffed, and had fun. It would be dark soon so we would be heading back shortly. Then it happened. Marcy, in a rare moment, started trotting away, tail up, happy, but toward home, a route she knows perfectly well. I called her, but could tell she was on a non-stop path home anticipating dinner.

To reach the road before her so she didn't get hit by a car in the storm, I quickly leashed old Freddy and began running up the direct path to the street making sure Freddy wasn't getting too exhausted. From our hurrying I was confident we would arrive at the street first. Phew; no cars were anywhere due to the storm. But no Marcy either. I jogged down the road calling. Nothing. I guessed she must have made it to the house somehow before we did so I ran to the door knowing she would be barking and waiting. Not there.

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