Dawn is an hour away, but the birds have already started up their morning chorus. I only recognize a handful by their song and have wished, in that futile way we wish we were thinner or taller, that I’d learned them long ago. My inspiration was.
On a very cold April day in 1880 Edith Philbrick noted in her diary that she’d walked up to Ducktrap to get some lime. Two days later “I commenced to clean house. . . . Whitewashed and cleaned the front chamber. Set the bed up in the front chamber.
We’re coming up on Thanksgiving this week, and gratitude is in the air. Making muffins the other morning I put a stick of butter in the little copper pan Lynne gave me one Christmas long ago, the one I always use to melt butter. Lynne is the sister-.
The sun’s setting earlier and the nights are getting chilly. Most afternoons I start a fire in the cookstove, and last night it was beef stew and biscuits for supper. And that reminded me of a piece I wrote several years ago – Making Biscuit. Here.
Part of the fun in managing a historical society is the discovery. Picture a room lined with shelves, the shelves stacked with boxes, long wooden cabinets filled with drawers, and an attic with more of the same. Each of the boxes, each of the.