|Some Historical Society volunteers:left to right, Karen Lewis-President, me-Rare-Book Sale Researcher, Diana Senturia-Archives Manager, Jerry Senturia-Computer Whiz, Vol. Fireman and EMT.|
In the early months last year, I painted in my makeshift studio, walked the dirt roads
|My turquoise sneaker toe on Hapenny Rd., Peacham|
and watched the full four seasons evolve around me. I found a place within it. I’ve met stalwart, funny, creative and thoughtful community-builders as I reached out beyond my first months of “hermeting”.
|Friday Coffee Hour-(actually 2 hours)|
Here I’ve learned the history of residents and buildings, Lorna Quimby, far left rear in the picture, explained what it was like to have a block of 100 lb. ice delivered to a cool place, and cover it in sawdust when there is no ice box. Last Friday she explained the difference between spoiled and soured milk which is very important in making cottage cheese. Joanne Churchill on the right in the turquoise jacket remembered the joy of waiting as a kid for buttermilk on churning day. The young folks listen and sometimes speak of their stressful lives, like Rachel and her mother Laura did (lower front left in photo) preparing for college in a world of AP classes and extra credit courses to put on your application for admission. I’ve learned about Kat’s summer internship in anthropology (or maybe it was archaeology), and her teaching adventure for over a year in S. Korea. She's in the red sweatshirt on the right.
|Selfie with Scion and VT License Plate|
and I took theVermont Freeman’s Oath in front of the Town Clerk, at the Peacham Town Hall in order to register to vote.
|(That's my VT Drivers License on the counter)|
Even Etta James sports a Peacham dog tag.
|Peacham puzzler Joanne on the left and knitter Sandra on right_Peacham VT Library 6:30-8:30 pm|
|Madeline left, me in the center, and Carol on the right, at the entrance to the St. Johnsbury Shambhala Med. Center above the movie theater|
|Show poster the Gallery Coordinator provided|
Mysteriously, I’ve absorbed the ethos of the D.I.Y. progressive, earthy culture of N.E.K. (The North East Kingdom of Vermont). Perhaps it’s in the genes from my maternal Irish ancestors who settled in central Vermont in the mid 19th century, escaping the Potato Famine for a better life.