Dear Friends,
My time with the Farm goes back into the late 70's (1900's that is). As one of your pioneer education guides, I stood on the second landing of this wonderful structure one afternoon while Dave Barash opened the trap door, dumping bales below. It all seemed somewhat romantic, sunlight streaming through the golden dust, orders to stand back coughing. What heart break for it all to go up in smoke. Remember the Phoenix!
From a distance I've watched the school program and the rest of the place grow like Topsy with mixed emotions. Aside from successful parenthood, I feel my best contributions were made at SF. Here's to Dave's leadership and inspiration shared with Adele, Kaye, Ed, Scout, of course,Megan, too, and a few others whose names have slipped my 74 yr. old memory. The foundation on which you've all continued.
In the small world department-Don Loedding and I lived in Westcliffe, Colorado seven years where our neighbor was Steve Abbott, an old buddy of Marshall's from their days at UVM. Lo, twelve plus years on our southern acreage I've sort of taken root down here in the Arkansas Ozarks, but still keeping faith with the land. Love to you all.