A childhood memory of snow

A childhood memory of snow

The street where I live was closed off just about the time the radio announced that schools were closed. There is instant jubilation for a fifth-grader or any grade for that matter when you hear your school’s name and then the words closed. Sleds are out, snow is...
We can make a difference

We can make a difference

It appeared one morning through the kitchen window in a home in India. The man living there was doing what he always did every morning, eating his breakfast at a table under the window. It was then he saw it. Framed by the window, bathed in light was a snow-capped...
Every Christmas tree tells a story

Every Christmas tree tells a story

As the holiday season is upon us, and I am here living life Downeast surrounded by a big open sky, a sea with no end and glorious evergreen trees, I find my thoughts drifting to when I was a young boy living in Pennsylvania and to Christmas trees. The tradition of...
I miss John Lennon

I miss John Lennon

“People say I’m lazy, dreaming my life away / Well, they give me all kinds of advice designed to enlighten me / When I tell them that I’m doing fine watching shadows on the wall / ‘Don’t you miss the big time, boy. You’re no longer on the ball’...
Discovering my own slice of rural America

Discovering my own slice of rural America

Many years ago I read the book First Person Rural, Essays of a Sometime Farmer, written in 1978 by Noel Perrin. After finishing it I was convinced that one day I would go to Vermont, buy a 10-acre farm, raise chickens, buy a couple of goats, maybe even a cow and live...