Jon's Journal

My first memory, sadly is it one of loss, and self-reproach.

The little dead-end street full of sweet neighbors that we left for the farm.

Impressions of a four year old moving to a farm.

My parents naive attempt at running an egg farm.

Formative experiences with animals on the farm.

The very steep driveway generated quite a few stories itself.

A little boy’s fantasy trips with a 60mph toy bulldozer.

Essential question that a great therapist asked.

A silly game that left me with a lifelong enmity for corporate thinkers.

Very sweet and sad memory of big brother Fred.

Death of a rooster and a comment from Oscar Wilde

The end of a Mr. Goat who gave me too much grief when I was a little one.

My first intense relationship with another species of mammal.

My first intense relationship with another species of mammal.

About our beloved family doctor.

Sitting in school, so excited to go home and ride our pony or horse…

We had radio long before we had TV.

Gardening results beyond expectation.

WeI might have died crossing Route 6, but didn’t.

My very first friend.

They made a sand box for me where I spent many happy hours.

The time we screamed as loud as we could and freaked out Mom and Dad.

Big brother Dan being a perfect big brother to me.

When big brother Fred put crows below hawks.

The three steep roads that led from higher up to down in the valley.

Engaging in the fantasy that waving trees create the winds.

Join me on a walk down the magical dirt road of my childhood.

A walk through each of the fields and the story of each.

How we ended up at a Vermont farm with guys who drove 1930s cars in 1972.

Ongoing connection to South Strafford, Vermont.