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Monday, October 06, 2008

Stability and continuity


The Adirondack house provided welcome relief from last week's financial turmoil. Abraham Beecher, my many-times-great-grandfather, walked here from Connecticut and settled here nearly two-hundred years ago. Here are the fields he first cleared, and the stone walls he built. A survivor of wars, depressions, recessions, and more, the place never changes. It is an oasis of calm.

And something good to eat is always in the works. Here's daughter G turning out a batch of doughnuts for Saturday breakfast.

The main project for the weekend: the chicken house. The always hard-working grandkids, C and L, want to turn it into a "bunkhouse" - a place where they and their cousins and friends can hang out. It's been years since there were any chickens in residence, so there are decades of debris to be removed. That's my father's old boat in there. We'll have to find another place for it, I guess.


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2 Comments:

Blogger sukipoet said...

Looks like the chicken house needs a lot of work. HOw lovely to have this home in your family with so much history and community and stone walls your, was it grandfather? I've already forgotten, built.

5:32 PM  
Blogger joco said...

The soles of my feet are aching to cross that path between the two trunks and walk down to the water.
I don't usually enlarge blog pix, but wanted to immerse myself in this one.
Thank you for showing it. The water: Is it a lake? An inlet? A stream or what? (More please some time.)
I would live there every day of the year.

4:23 AM  

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