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Memorial Day weekend

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This is always a bittersweet time for me because it is the anniversary of my son Grey's death 15 years ago. Martin and I had just returned from a trip to Japan, were recovering from jet lag, when very  early---still dark---on that morning, we got the phone call from Germany  telling us of the F-15 crash that had taken his life. Within hours we were packing for Germany, getting emergency expedited passports for a daughter and grandson who had none, plane tickets (Northwest Airlines: Bereavement fare? No ma'am, never heard of such a thing. That'll be $4000)

It is all a bit of a blur. But the memory of him and his too-short life is not. 

This was taken about a year before he died.

Lois:Grey 1993

But at the same time, Martin and I are celebrating an anniversary---our 30th---and last night had dinner with the friends who introduced us to each other.

Day after tomorrow I head to Maine. I've been de-cluttering my office, which will be re-painted during the summer when I'm gone. And I finished the short story I've been writing (though the assignment was 3000 words, and the word count now is 3,500. OOOPS. Will have to re-think everything, or maybe throw myself on the mercy of the editor.

Son Ben went up to the farm Saturday to take his boat out of the barn and to the boatyard; he sent this photo

Brigham Hill FFarm

The peonies will still be in bloom but I have missed the poppies this year. Of course, poppies are Memorial Day flowers; we know that from the poem:

In Flanders Fields, the poppies blow

Between the crosses, row on row...

Which brings me back to the beartbreaking loss of so many young men in the military, including my son.

Rest in peace.

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ojimenez Monday, 29 November 1999

The wind still howls outside as I write this. Snow fell as predicted. Power was restored to our home in less than 2 hours. We realized how our lives are so dependent on electrical power, that it was quite strange trying to cope. The worst of it: NO coffee!-- electric stove, coffee maker, microwave, and NO wifi.
Thankfully, I had no place to go, so I sat and read "First We Read, Then We Write Emerson on the creative Process" by Robert D. Richardson, who, get this, is married to another favorite author, whose book "Living by Fiction" I finished last week and am sending to my step-niece who dreams of being a writer. The writer of course is Annie Dillard, who married Mr. Richardson, after Annie sent him a fan letter about his book: "Henry Thoreau: A life of the Mind." All in all a very cozy and relaxing holiday weekend, despite the snowy weather.
Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village, though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.
He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound's the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.
The woods are lovely, dark, and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep."
-R. Frost

Elizabeth Varadan Monday, 29 November 1999

Snowbound! What a great excuse to read!

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