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Dear Folks: June 24, 1990
Dear Folks, The hay’s in the barn and the chicken slaughter seems to be over.
The chicken slaughter was happening directly under our windows every night. We’d be yanked out of our sleep by the sound of wild clucking circling the house on the run, followed by a sharp shriek and an ominous silence. By the time we got ourselves outside we’d [...]
Dear Folks: April 29, 1990
Dear Folks, It’s Sunday morning, gray and cool after a hot, sunny week. The house is quiet. Sylvia and Heather have just left for a week with Sylvia’s mother in New York. (The absence of Heather quiets the house by an order of magnitude, but also takes away much of the charm). Karel is off with Stephanie. Don is in the [...]
Dear Folks: March 25, 1990
Dear Folks, “Uterus — no evidence of tumor. Adenocarcinoma — no residual tumor.”
Dr. S. came in triumphantly waving the pathology report ten minutes before I checked out of the hospital. I felt like laughing and crying at the same time. I knew the report would say that, but to hear it, finally, actually, after four months of working so hard toward [...]
Dear Folks: February 24, 1990
Dear Folks, It’s a sunny, beautiful Saturday afternoon following a night of new SNOW! The farm is white-blanketed and peaceful, except for the feisty gangs of pine siskins and evening grosbeaks at the feeders. Karel and I spent the morning at the Herculean task of cleaning up the basement — a job that is often begun and never finished at Foundation [...]
Dear Folks: January 20, 1990
Dear Folks, It’s a gray Saturday afternoon on Foundation Farm. We’re hoping that it’s going to snow. The ground is half bare, unheard of for January in New Hampshire. After a December when it hardly ever got above zero, we’re having a January when it never seems to get below freezing. Yesterday we were in full-fledged Mud Season, puddles everywhere, water [...]
