CARLETON-WILLARD VILLAGER

DECEMBER 2014 • VOLUME 32 k Number 4 Co-Editors’ Corner T h e C a r l e t o n -W i l l a r d VILLAGER Published quarterly by and for the residents and hen the Editorial Board decided on the administration of Carleton-Willard Village, an ac- Wtheme Journeys for this issue of the credited continuing care retirement community at Villager it resonated with CWV residents. Sub- 100 Old Billerica Road, Bedford, Massachusetts 01730. missions arrived quickly, and in large numbers, soon after the theme was announced. As well as familiar authors’ names, we are, as always, Co-Editors, pro tem pleased to welcome new contributors. Mary Cowham, Alice Morrish, Articles ranged from the memory of a first flight when a cross country trip required two and Peggy McKibben fuel stops to the account of a slippery descent of Machu Picchu. One writer tells longingly of a Editorial Board trip not taken while others remembered a family Christmas, a visit to the Oval Office, and a jaunt Edwin Cox • Henry Hoover to Pategonia. Some journeys were of the mind, Anne Schmalz • Mary E. Welch including a teacher’s guidance of eighth grade Cornelia (Neela) Zinsser English students on a literary quest, or the trac- ing of the work of several generations of a medi- cal family. There are, as well, some nods to the Production Staff season: holiday memories and winter features, Kathy Copeland including Connie Devereux’s cover “Winter Hush,” the first she has done for the Villager. Whether we circle the globe or take an “off- Circulation site trip” on an Essex River boat or the jitney to Ruth Y. McDade, Chair any of the area’s art museums or concert halls, we Arlene Connolly • Janet Kennedy look forward to new experiences and new aware- Mary Waters Shepley • Sheila Veidenheimer ness and to sharing adventures with our friends. We also journey by way of the insights of lectures, the talent of musicians and the inspiration of Carleton-Willard Village Administration books. We do indeed travel in good company. Barbara A. Doyle We have recently welcomed Henry B. (Harry) President/CEO Hoover to our Editorial Board. Readers will remember his recent articles about childhood travels with his family. We also welcome Arlene Connolly and Janet Kennedy to our Circulation team, the residents who take the Villager on its last step on the journey from writer to reader.

Mary Cowham, Alice Morrish, Peggy McKibben Co-Editors, pro tem

T h e C a r l e t o n -W i l l a r d V i l l a g e r • D e c e m b e r 2 0 1 4 • V o l u m e 3 2 • N u m b e r 4 2 Contents

Cover – “Winter Hush” by Constance Devereux Sketches – by Anne Schmalz Inside Front Cover Co-Editors’ Corner Mary Cowham, Alice Morrish, Peggy McKibben 2 From the Chief Executive Officer • Barbara A. Doyle 3 A Perilous Journey • Sandy Wieland 4 A Slippery Slope • Edwin Cox 5 A Journey I Longed to Take • Ruth Fernandez 5 Welcome New Residents 6 Remembering • Juliette Hill 6 A Baseball Memory • Bill Stern 6 Christmas Memories • Constance Devereux 7 The Christmas Train Set on Main Street • Richard T. Loring 8 Profiles • Joan Stockard, Anne Ash, Sandy and Glee Wieland, Edward and Leslie Lowry, Joan Larsen, George and Judith Sprott, Sonja T. Strong 13 What’s in a Name? • Alice Morrish 13 About Snowflakes • Anne Schmalz 14 Village Happenings • Edwin Cox 16 Four Generations of Medical Practice • Sue Hay 16 Patagonia Trout Fishing • Shea Smith 17 Driving Ms. Barley • Peggy McKibben 18 A Birthday House Tour • Ruth McDade 19 A Journey to Princeton • Stephanie Rolfe 20 In Memory 20 Whoops, Wrong Turn • Bob Sawyer 21 The Travel Bug • Ara Tyler 22 A Tale of the Vienna Woods • Esther K. Braun 23 My First Flight(s) • Mary Welch 24 Tracks in the Snow at Carleton-Willard • Anne Schmalz 25 The Bedford Free Public Library • Katherine F. Graff 26 Library Committee Favorites • Katherine F. Graff 27 Recent Library Acquisitions • Katherine F. Graff

T h e C a r l e t o n -W i l l a r d V i l l a g e r • D e c e m b e r 2 0 1 4 • V o l u m e 3 2 • N u m b e r 4 1 From the Chief Executive Officer

“The man who knows it can’t be done counts the risk, not the reward.” – Elbert Hubbard

“Why?” My goodness, the times I heard that as a young parent!

There are the usual responses – “Because I said so” perhaps the most common. However, in our house it was always: “Why NOT?”

We all know it is a parent’s responsibility to draw the lines for children, but it can sometimes be difficult to know exactly where those lines should be. On the one hand, we want our children to dream big, reach for the stars … all of life’s possibilities are on the table. On the other hand, there are rules – many for their protection, more to build character.

I opted to err on the side of creativity.

You can mark history – of a nation, an organization, even one’s life – by the “aha” moments, those magical points in time when the door of “All Things Possible” swings wide open. In those moments, what once seemed beyond comprehension is suddenly available to us. We marvel at these creative events and wonder, “How did they come up with that? What genius! What foresight!”

Genius? Perhaps. Foresight? I am not so sure. Looking back, it is easy to connect the dots lead- ing to discovery and invention. In the moment, paths are not so clearly defined. This may explain why creativity is thought to be the experience of a select few, the DaVincis and Edisons and Jobs of the world. But creativity is an experience for us all.

In fact, there is a way to train ourselves to be open to more and more of those “aha” moments. When faced with a challenge, simply think: “How will I remember this?”

In some future time, when you are looking back on right now, what will come to mind? It could be just one more day blending with all the others. Or it could just as easily be one of those marvel- ous milestones in life. You know the ones. “Ah, yes…that’s when everything changed!”

Barbara A. Doyle President/CEO

T h e C a r l e t o n -W i l l a r d V i l l a g e r • D e c e m b e r 2 0 1 4 • V o l u m e 3 2 • N u m b e r 4 2 A Perilous Journey bols, by comparing reasons for the protagonist’s An Eighth Grade English Course quest and outcome, and by discerning what is observed about human nature in the adventure. taught an eighth grade English course with The students’ analyses of each story demand- Ithe Quest Myth as a central theme. Literature ed careful reading resulting in a clear under- about a “journey” in pursuit of a goal seemed standing of details. Then comparisons provoked particularly suitable for adolescents beginning deeper questions: their own search for greater understanding of Icarus learned how to fly. Good! But he flew the world and themselves. too close to the sun. How come? Should he The central text was a collection of stories, have not tried? Santiago (in The Old Man and poems and myths. Titled The Perilous Journey, it the Sea) went out too far to catch his beauti- was one of nine such compilations called Uses of the ful “brother,” the great fish. He succeeded. Imagination, each representing a specific theme or By what heroics? He then failed to bring the genre. The Perilous Journey was about quests. Read- fish home. How come? What time of day was ing about quests seemed a good way to introduce it when he was lost? Did he have to exceed adolescents to various genres and forms of writing. his limits? Were his efforts foolish or heroic? More importantly, in responding to the literature by What is irony? How are the stories of Icarus listening, discussing and writing, they might learn and Santiago similar? Different? to use reading to help their own efforts to mature Many probing questions requiring thoughtful and develop. The course also included studies of The answers led to lively discussions and to more dis- Hobbit, The Sword in the Stone, Macbeth, The Old ciplined scholarship. The process became much Man and the Sea, and To Kill A Mockingbird. more fun when the class began to draw parallels We are familiar with all sorts of journeys and between their reading and their own experiences. the multitude of perils that characterize them. Students were asked to tell or write about them- Eighth graders are embarking on a new stage in selves within the framework of a quest. their life’s journey, growing out of the summer Like Santiago in The Old Man and the Sea, days of childhood and entering the fall/winter had they ever tried long and hard, with sac- days of adolescence (or, looked at otherwise, rifice and pain, to achieve a goal that in the experiencing the death of childhood and rebirth end, was almost, but not really, successful? into adulthood). They must deal with the pains of Like Icarus, had they ever gone overboard self-consciousness, the new awareness of their in- with enthusiasm, flying too high only to end dividuality, including both their vulnerability and in failure, falling short? Like Jem’s and Scout’s potential. Like travelers in a strange, new land, realization of Boo Radley in To Kill a Mock- although they experience wonder and excitement, ingbird, had they ever completely changed they also are alone, doubtful, sometimes lost, their opinion of someone, replacing a false and uncertain where the path leads and what lies impression with a true understanding? ahead. Growing up is indeed a perilous journey. By decoding the recurring common symbols and It was my aim to use literature to stimulate patterns in literature of all sorts, students could easi- the natural inquisitiveness and creativity of ly see similarities to their personal experiences. They adolescents. Readings generated almost all of the can learn from experience; but also from reading activities in the course: discussions, role-playing, and writing. They can develop powers to integrate oral reading and all kinds of expository and the world around them with their own inner world. imaginative writing. My role was to ask probing If education is a quest to seek wisdom, certainly it is questions and evoke all sorts of individual or good for eighth graders to study English literature group responses to what the literature offered. about heroes who embark on perilous journeys, suc- Students were encouraged to compare different cessful or not, epic or every day, to find Beauty and stories by observing uses of imagery and sym- Truth: to find what it means to be human. Sandy Wieland T h e C a r l e t o n -W i l l a r d V i l l a g e r • D e c e m b e r 2 0 1 4 • V o l u m e 3 2 • N u m b e r 4 3 A Slippery Slope South America. To help us adjust to the 11,800 foot altitude we were offered a steaming cup of coca tea, made from the same plant that yields cocaine. The following day, only partly adjusted to the altitude, we toured the city, the ancient capital of the Inca Empire. On the outskirts we clambered around Sak- saywaman (“just call it ‘sexy woman,’ ” suggested the guide). It is a thousand-year-old fortress built by the people of the Killke culture, antecedents of the Incas. The stonework is awesome, consid- ering the tools available at the time. It is impos- sible to place a credit card between the massive stones. Hiram Bingham Road leading to Machu Picchu The day of our visit to Machu Picchu was n the fifteenth century, Pachacuti, ruler of the heavily overcast, with rain likely. During the IIncas, chose a remarkable site for his royal three hour ride, the train ascended to above retreat. On a plateau 8,000 feet above sea level 12,000 feet, then descended to 6,500 feet to in the heart of the Andes, surrounded on three reach Aguas Calientes, most of the route follow- sides by steep cliffs that fall away 1,500 feet to the ing the roiling, swift moving Urubamba. Leaving rushing Urubamba River, he built a community the train, we were greeted with dramatic news. called Machu Picchu (“Old Peak” in Quechua, “Due to recent heavy rains and landslides, the the Inca language). Easy to defend, with secure road is impassable and you will have to walk or water supply from clear springs, improved with climb 1,500 feet up the mountain to see Machu terraces for agriculture and formidable stone Picchu!” Gasps, groans, and growls gave way to structures for housing and worship, the site met reality – point the way! the Emperor’s needs well for a century, and was A young local fell in beside us, pointed to the then abandoned for no apparent reason. sizable lunch boxes Myrtle and I were carrying, There it stayed, familiar to locals but unknown and then pointed up the mountain. “Yes, here’s to outsiders until 1911, when Hiram Bingham, some cash, see you at the top” was said without a from Yale, was led to it by local guides. Whether sound. On a “path” hacked from the jungle by the Bingham was the first to “discover” it is still Peruvian army, we inched our way up. Here and debated, but whoever deserves the credit, it has there we walked along the road, but when the become an immensely popular tourist destination. landslide blocked the way, we imitated mountain In 2000 it was included in a list of the seven goats as well as we could. About halfway up, I man-made wonders of the modern world. Since showed signs of tiring. My wife minced no words. 2011, the Peruvian government has limited visi- “You haven’t come 4,000 miles from Boston to tors to 2,500 per day, or almost one million an- quit now, have you?” At the top, we found our nually. A small number hike the fifty miles from bearer, true to his word, waiting for us. After Cusco, the closest city. Most arrive on one of the sharing our lunches with him, we thanked him fifteen daily trains serving the town of Aguas and he headed down to find another customer. Calientes at the base of the mountain, where With one eye on the weather, we explored they board a bus for the ride to the top on the what we had come to see, which is truly breath- Hiram Bingham Highway, traversing its thirteen taking, a world-class wonder, indeed. It was switchbacks in twenty minutes. hard not to think about the trip down, steep and In the winter of 1980, my wife, Myrtle, and I slippery at best, a world-class water slide if rains arrived in Cusco by plane from Lima on a tour of came. After about three hours the consensus was

T h e C a r l e t o n -W i l l a r d V i l l a g e r • D e c e m b e r 2 0 1 4 • V o l u m e 3 2 • N u m b e r 4 4 “Let’s go!” And then the miracle happened. A French naval training ship had anchored at El Callao, the port for Lima. Many of the crew, in their white uniforms, were on our train. They paired up, sought out ladies in distress, includ- ing my wife, and escorted them down the slippery slopes of the mountain. We men had to look out for ourselves, but with our ladies in care of the French Navy, we all managed to reach the valley in Welcome good shape. Gallic gallantry saved the day! New Residents Safely on the train, we broke out in song as the Urubamba rushed by. Popular and folk songs Sanford Merkin, 276 Caswell Hall in many languages kept us in good spirits during from Lexington, 7/21/14 the ride back to Cusco. We would like to have heard how the sailors Joan Larsen, 75 Essex Court explained the condition of their uniforms, espe- from Bedford, 8/9/14 cially the shoes, to their commander. They had earned his praise! George & Judith Sprott, 53 Dartmouth Court from Concord, 8/22/14 Edwin Cox Sonja T. Strong, 64 Dartmouth Court from Wayland, 9/9/14 A Journey I Longed to Take Anne (Nancy) Smith, 307 Winthrop Terrace from Concord, 10/17/14 n the summer, the bridges over the Cape Cod ICanal present a bottleneck in your journey Betty Rosen, 268 Caswell Hall to vacation land. But having grown up in Ware- from Sarasota, Florida, 10/28/14 ham, Massachusetts the bridges and the canal itself mean much more to me than slow traffic. In 1935, my older sister and I joined other local school children as we marched in the parade Portmore would wait until the SS New York over the new Bourne Bridge during its dedica- sailed by his home at Gray Gables, at the west- tion ceremonies. And on many occasions my ernmost exit of the canal. As it passed, he would mother packed a picnic basket and we would eat raise his bugle and play Taps loud and clear. In our supper on the banks of the canal and watch reply, the ship’s captain would blast his whistle the passing parade of ships. three times and raise and lower his searchlight. The highlight of the senior year in my high Oh, how I looked forward to my turn to make school was the class trip to New York through that journey! the Cape Cod Canal on the SS New York. It When 1943 finally came we were at war sailed from Boston’s India Wharf around 5 p.m. and the SS New York, and her sister ship, the and reached the canal around 8 p.m. My family SS Boston, had been torpedoed and sunk in waved mightily as we saw my sister on the upper the North Atlantic, off the coast of Ireland. deck of the SS New York in June, 1941. Just two They were part of a convoy when they were at- more years and it would be my turn! tacked by a German submarine on September People came from all around to the banks of 25, 1942. the canal to wave and honk their horns as the I never did get to make that trip. ship went by. Each night, ten-year-old Gilbert Ruth Fernandez

T h e C a r l e t o n -W i l l a r d V i l l a g e r • D e c e m b e r 2 0 1 4 • V o l u m e 3 2 • N u m b e r 4 5 Remembering Christmas Memories

was a neophyte at Carleton-Willard. Everything hen I was about five, I made a Christmas Iin my life was so different. I was frequently over- Wjourney with my parents from Chicago to whelmed. I needed to go to the hospital, not sure their birthplace in Clinton, Iowa, a Mississippi why. It was night time or perhaps a short winter’s River town. The Victorian homestead of my ma- day. The ambulance got to the hospital, backed into ternal grandparents had sliding doors between the spot reserved for such a delivery. I emerged feet every room on the first floor. Christmas morn- first. The lights from the emergency room shone ing festivities started with Grandfather Chase brightly. There in the doorway, silhouetted against leading us all around the house singing Christ- the light, stood my step-son Paul. How comforting it mas carols, with the youngest last in line – guess was to know a family member was there to help me. who? A common statement begins, “I’ll never When we got back to the first floor the sliding forget . . .” doors were thrown open to the music room and I have no memory whatsoever of why I had there was the Christmas tree, lighted by real can- to go to the hospital, but I shall never forget that dles and surrounded by gifts. I was thrilled with silhouette of Paul. my presents: a red baseball cap with earmuffs and a stuffed Panda bear, promptly known as “Pandy.” Juliette Hill

A Baseball Memory

remember that during the summer of 1935, Iwhen I was a high-schooler, this episode took place. I was active in athletics and a buddy and I went up to Ontario, Canada to join other friends After the gift opening we all adjourned to the for a couple of weeks of tennis, baseball, swim- living room for the Chases’ version of a bull fight. ming, canoeing, hiking, and other healthy fun. Grandmother was next door in the music room We took the evening train from Cleveland to Buf- playing music from Carmen on the grand piano as falo, arrived about 10 p.m., and had a four hour Mother and her five sisters came out appropriately layover before our next train left for Toronto. dressed as toreadors, picadors, and the matador. The huge waiting room was empty except for The audience had flowers to throw. us. So we took out our baseball mitts and base- Even more dramatically, Grandfather was on balls and played catch. Soon railroad employees his hands and knees, with a knitting bag turned gathered around us, cheering my buddy’s pitch- upside down on his head with long knitting ing, great curve balls and strikes. Things went needles for his horns. He snorted loudly and I was OK. We caught the 2 a.m. train and had a great afraid, and as the sisters moved in with thrusts I vacation in Canada. was in tears. That was not a bull, it was my Grand- Alas, later on, in World War II, my friend was father! He died a snorting death and we all sang a B-24 crewman; their flight left the Philippines Toreador, etc., and then the bull got up to put the and was never heard from again. Christmas roast in the oven. He was not only the bull but the master chef. Bill Stern It was a memorable day.

Constance Devereux

T h e C a r l e t o n -W i l l a r d V i l l a g e r • D e c e m b e r 2 0 1 4 • V o l u m e 3 2 • N u m b e r 4 6 The Christmas Train Set on and off at 7:30 p.m. Since 2012 a 24-hour timer turns the whole set on and off at the same hours. Main Street: A Brief History An “operations timer” allows the train to run for five minutes at a time only, lest someone forgets to shut it off. Caleb, with assistance from Bob Sawyer, chair of the Woodworking Shop, was chiefly responsible for this latest improvement. The train’s whistle and bell are operated from the master transformer. The buildings and landscaping have varied over the years, and the most recent addition (2010) is a factory loading platform where the figures move when the train runs. Thanks to Ca- leb, a U.S. flag waves when the train moves. The he origins of the train set go back to a conver- clock in front of the railroad station is a small, Tsation between Barbara Doyle, CEO, and Don- battery-operated watch. The train is 0-gauge, ald Manion, a Carleton-Willard resident. Don’s 1/48 of real size; so the full-sized locomotive professional life has been in railroads all over the would be 12 feet high and 40 feet long. One time country. Barbara has loved trains since she was a around the loop (about 27 feet) in 14.6 seconds child, she has told us. Before 2001, Dining Ser- would be about 60 miles per hour, or less for a vices rented a Christmas-time train set. freight train; passenger service would be faster. In November 2001, Ginger Beckwith, former Materials for the platform cost $73.85, and Director of Learning in Retirement, Don Manion the train and accessories cost $1,035.23, all paid and Hugo Logemann (another resident and an for by funds from Learning in Retirement. The electrical engineer by profession) made a trip to additions of a loading dock and replacement Charles-Ro Supply Company in Malden, Massa- crossing gates have also been funded from the chusetts, a longtime model railroad outlet. They same source. picked out the rolling stock, track and accesso- The wheeled dolly that conveys the whole set ries, and our very own set debuted on December to the attic for off-season storage was designed 19, 2001, the work principally of Don and Hugo, by Caleb and built by our Facilities Department assisted by resident Caleb Warner, who had pro- to fit into the Village freight elevator, fully- fessional expertise in marine and mechanical en- loaded with platform and all accessories. A pair gineering, and in acoustics and communication. of rockers can be attached to the platform ends The train platform is a 4x8 foot sheet of ¾” so that the platform can be up-ended and worked plywood, with ½” of Homasote on top. At first on from its underside, for example, to improve it had an oval of track with two switches allow- and simplify the wiring. The writer, Richard ing access to an inner track on which a possible Loring, a resident since 2005 and a “fixit” type of second train could be parked. The track switches person, was a mover in this simplification. gave problems with derailments and were finally Richard T. Loring removed along with the inner train in 2006. Crossing gates (automatically closing and open- P.S. Caleb, who has an interest in bells any- ing) were a problem because people of all ages way, is hoping to get the bells in the cathedral to reached over and tried to force the gates down. ring the hours. Stay tuned. Therefore the gates have been manual since 2011. At first there was a key-operated main switch to control power to the entire set; subsequently, Caleb and others turned the set on at 7:30 a.m.

T h e C a r l e t o n -W i l l a r d V i l l a g e r • D e c e m b e r 2 0 1 4 • V o l u m e 3 2 • N u m b e r 4 7 fore they resume their retirement life of sailing. Joan is also an avid reader and especially loves history. She and her sister Barbara traveled every June together for many years, visiting many parts of the U.S. and Western Europe. One of the paint- F I L ings on her wall is of a waterfall fronted by a rain R O E S bow in Iceland, one of many countries she loved P visiting. She says people should realize when they are able to travel how much it will enrich their Joan Stockard lives. “Even now as I read or watch TV I can re- 110 Llewsac Lodge, June 3. 2014 member visiting many places now in the news.” Joan also feels that aging artists should take ntering Joan Stockard’s apartment it is easy to joy in learning that as they are less able to do Eguess that a great interest and talent is paint- precise work, that abstract work offers new outlets. ing. Her watercolors and those of her teacher and She and her teacher have been exploring the es- friends are beautifully exhibited on her walls. She sence of color and how it can lead a viewer into the originally took drawing classes, then watercolors picture. Joan continues to paint at a table in her with the expectation that she would move on to Llewsac Lodge apartment but is eagerly awaiting oils or other media but she so loved watercolor the building of the proposed CW Activities Pavilion that she never switched. She credits CWV resident and Art Room. and artist, Mariwood “Woody” Ward, with first sparking her interest in watercolors. Joan has PMcK studied with Andrew Kusman at the Lexington Arts and Crafts Society for several years. As a for- mer president of the Painters’ Guild, Joan was also Anne Ash in charge of the cashier training for all volunteers 209 Llewsac Lodge, June 11, 2014 at the Arts and Crafts Society. Born and raised in Woburn, she graduated from aving lived in twenty-one different towns Smith College where she studied translations of Hsince she was born in Charleston, West Vir- World Literature. She went on to Simmons College ginia, Anne resided in Concord, Massachusetts to earn her master’s degree in Library Science. She for fourteen years before coming to Carleton- then worked for several years at the Massachusetts Willard, first to the Nursing Center and then Institute of Technology, where she met her hus- to her bright and welcoming apartment on the band, James Lee Stockard, from Tennessee. He second floor of Llewsac Lodge. graduated from MIT and taught there before going Several generations of Anne’s family lived in to MIT’s Draper Lab where he worked on the early Charleston, the capital city of West Virginia. Her development of the space program. Sadly, he died home fronted on the Kanawha River close to the when their son Chris was twelve years old. capitol and she remembers walking through the Joan worked for twenty years at the Wellesley main hall of the domed building on her way home College Library. She and Chris shared the family from school. After graduating from Charleston home in Lexington on Adams Street. Chris and his High School, she attended Hollins College near wife are now restoring the house in preparation for Roanoke, Virginia. In 1943 she married Henry sale. Chris, who is retired from the Alaskan Police Thornton Ash who she always called Hank. He Service, loves doing restoration work, and the was in the Army and stationed at Fairbanks, beautiful wall color, on which Joan’s art is dis- Alaska, and they were married in the small Epis- played, was chosen and painted by Chris. His wife copal church there. At that time she remembers Heather, Joan says, is in every way like a daughter Fairbanks had wooden sidewalks, lots of mud, and to her. Joan is enjoying having them close by be- many mosquitoes. Alaska was still a territory.

T h e C a r l e t o n -W i l l a r d V i l l a g e r • D e c e m b e r 2 0 1 4 • V o l u m e 3 2 • N u m b e r 4 8 During World War II Hank was in the medical they seem so well-established so quickly. service in the Battle of the Bulge. His service duty Glee grew up in Marblehead, running wild, as completed, they moved to San Francisco where she says, with her brother and friends, a “naughty he completed his residency in Internal Medicine. tomboy.” Always a gifted athlete, she was a varsity They then lived in Santa Barbara, San Diego, and sportswoman from sixth grade in primary school Palo Alto in California; and Charleston, South and from freshman year at Abbott Academy. She Carolina. Later, Hank joined the Navy Medical received her BA from Goucher College and then Corps, rising to the rank of captain. After retire- taught grade school first in Wrentham, Massachu- ment they lived in Clearwater, Florida, for several setts and then at the Peabody School in Cambridge. years before moving to Concord. Sandy grew up in the Philadelphia area They had two sons and a daughter. Thornton, with three sisters and in a family which enjoyed whose career was in computer technology, now frequent camping and skiing trips. He himself lives in Carlisle with his wife, Kathy who, Anne loved nothing more than roaming the woods. His says, is like a daughter to her. Retired, they are mother was an artist and Sandy cannot recall a enjoying sailing and traveling. Second son, Fred- time when he was not drawing and painting. Art erick, worked in the Portland, Oregon Library Sys- and the outdoors are still central to his life. Fol- tem for many years and is also retired. He and his lowing graduation from Haverford College, and wife are the parents of two: Scott, a photographer; two years of teaching in Philadelphia, Sandy re- and Natalie, who gave birth last spring to Anne’s ceived his MEd from Harvard, then embarked on only great-grandchild, Henry. Freddy drives from his long teaching career in Cambridge. He taught Oregon almost every year to visit Anne. Daughter in the Lower and Upper schools at Browne and Nancy loved to travel. After college she was an Nichols. When it merged with Buckingham to au pair in France and later worked at a French become “BBN,” he was asked to head the English ski resort to improve her French. She worked in Department of the Middle School. In all, Sandy administration and now lives in Oregon. taught there for forty-three years, often at sum- Anne loved horses as a child and a teenager, mer school as well. and as a young woman she owned a horse while Sandy and Glee were engaged six weeks after working for the Civil Service during the building meeting, and following their marriage remained of the Alcan Highway and was posted to Dawson in Cambridge until Glee became pregnant. They Creek, British Columbia. then found a house in Concord where they lived Both Anne and Henry enjoyed travel and for fifty years, raised two daughters and a son. vacationed in Hawaii, Spain, Portugal, Austria, Son Peter, and daughter Betsy, live in Concord England, and Scotland. Anne now loves listening with their families, and daughter Jennifer and to books on tape, especially memoirs and biogra- her family are in Wenham. In all, there are nine phies, and she has happy memories of her home grandchildren. in West Virginia. So far she has only met one Glee was asked by a friend, the Head of the other resident from West Virginia but hopes oth- Fenn School, to run its kitchen. For twenty-five ers will be forthcoming. years she cooked for three hundred people, and hired her friends as helpers. She also coached the PMcK boys in lacrosse, basketball, and soccer, and was a member of the U.S. lacrosse team for two years. In her spare time Glee volunteered at the Sandy and Glee Wieland children’s school, was a choir mother, and 77 Essex Court, June 27, 2014 taught Sunday School at Trinity Church. She also served on the Nashoba and Nashoba-Brooks arleton-Willard was well known to the Wie- School boards, and on the Concord Country Clands before their move here: Glee’s mother Club board for seven years. was a resident for many years. That may be why Sandy was a very active vestryman at Trinity

T h e C a r l e t o n -W i l l a r d V i l l a g e r • D e c e m b e r 2 0 1 4 • V o l u m e 3 2 • N u m b e r 4 9 Church where he did chapel services for many years. 1955, where he studied mathematics and physics. Two experiences stand out as transformative In 1963 he received a master’s degree from MIT, in the lives of Sandy and Glee. The first was a sab- concentrating in computer science. Leslie received batical year in 1969-70 when, with three young- her undergraduate education at the University of sters under four, they lived in Lenk, Switzerland. Western Ontario, where she was a member of the There Sandy had a studio where he could paint, Royal Canadian Air Force program for undergradu- while Glee and the children reveled in meadows, ate women, with exciting summer postings to Lab- mountains and village life. The other was the rador, the Yukon and France. Following graduation fifteen summers the family spent on Squam Lake she moved to Florida where she earned a master’s in New Hampshire, where Sandy was a counselor degree and taught mathematics at the University of at Camp Deerwood. So important became the Miami. camp’s atmosphere and values to all the family In 1977 they moved to Massachusetts, when that a number of grandsons have also gone there. Ed began working for Digital Equipment Cor- The Wielands have found time for travel: Italy, poration in Maynard, from which he retired in Austria, England, New Zealand and the American 1992. Ed’s professional activity over the years has West, plus camping trips to Canada, Maine and focused on research on the structure of informa- the White Mountains. tion building blocks, computer language design, Here at Carleton-Willard, Sandy has already compiler optimization and multi-programming. explored surrounding trails and has put his new He has had a continuing interest in technical studio in order. He continues his volunteer work education and reducing communication barriers, at Emerson Hospital. Glee, who took up golf only both technical and non-technical. He is engaged after the children were grown, plays in countless through the Institute of Electrical and Electron- tournaments (and in all weathers, it appears). At ics Engineers in work on software questions that the conclusion of the golf season she becomes an relate to transportation safety. avid bridge player. Leslie worked at MITRE Corporation, and her Together Sandy and Glee bring an abundance work in information systems has included simula- of energy and enthusiasm and declare themselves tion programming of new computers, a secure very happy to be here. data system connecting the White House to missile launching sites, and mission planning for the B-2 ABM bomber. They enjoy travel and have made many business and pleasure trips to Europe. An especially interest- Edward and Leslie Lowry ing trip was to Scotland with the Clan Leslie Society 303 Badger Terrace, July 17, 2014 of the U.S. and Canada, exploring Leslie’s family background there. hile newcomers to Carleton-Willard Village, Ed has been a soccer coach, while Leslie has Wthe Lowry’s have lived in the immediate volunteered at schools and at Emerson Hospital. area for thirty-two years: fifteen in Bedford and She is an active member of the First Parish Church seventeen in Acton. Their son, Alec, lives nearby. in Bedford, and has been deeply involved over the Canadians by birth, they met in 1957 when pro- years with the Star Island Corporation, serving gramming an IBM 704 at Avro Aircraft in Toronto. on the Board of the organization and working at After their marriage in Ontario in 1959, they moved a variety of jobs on the island. The island, offshore to the Poughkeepsie area where they both worked from Portsmouth, New Hampshire, hosts summer for IBM. When IBM sent Ed to MIT for a year, Leslie conferences on religious and educational topics. helped develop the first time-sharing system there. She later earned an MBA at Marist College. EC Ed graduated from the University of Toronto in

T h e C a r l e t o n -W i l l a r d V i l l a g e r • D e c e m b e r 2 0 1 4 • V o l u m e 3 2 • N u m b e r 4 10 Joan Larsen especially enjoyed attending their hockey games. 75 Essex Court, August 9, 2014 These days she goes to the hockey matches that her grandsons and one granddaughter play in, ven though she moved to Essex Court only and accepts orders from her great-granddaugh- Ethis past August, Joan is anything but a ters for doll clothes. She continues as a vol- stranger to Carleton-Willard. She worked part- unteer at Emerson Hospital, in the Behavioral time as an RN when it was Llewsac Lodge, and Health Department where she leads an informal after it became C-WV she worked here every talk gathering known for the amount of laughter other weekend until she retired in 1991. Later it generates. When her former home is totally she returned as a companion to two residents in cleared out, Joan is looking forward to taking her the Nursing Center. Joan herself was a rehabili- laughing and knitting talents to Knitwits. tation patient in Willard Hall following surgery a few years ago. Since 2012 she has volunteered PMcK in Caswell and Willard Halls. She was also a per diem RN at Emerson Hospital from 1957 until her retirement in 2007. George and Judith Sprott A resident of Bedford for over fifty years, Joan 53 Dartmouth Court, August 22, 2014 was born in Lexington, and this fall she attended her 65th reunion from Lexington High School. udith and George Sprott had lived in Concord Joan went to Mount Auburn Hospital School of Jfor forty years before moving to Dartmouth Nursing and after receiving her RN she contin- Court. Both were born in Berkeley, California. ued to work at Mount Auburn Hospital. George grew up in Oakland and Lakewood, but In 1953 she married Charles Larsen, a Bed- Judith’s father was in the Air Force and they had ford police officer. They had six children but the many postings, the most exciting of which was to firstborn, Debra died as an infant. Their second England for four years in the mid-1950’s. child, Linda lives in Dracut and works at Mil- Judith and George met in 1957 at Occidental lipore Corporation. Charles, a graduate of Aero College in California. After both had graduated Tech, died in a motorcycle accident at age 25. they married and moved to New York to attend William lives in Westford and works in finan- Columbia, where George got his PhD in physics. cial services. His twin brother Robert was in They left New York for Massachusetts and MIT construction work but died of cancer at age 52. where George worked in astrophysics. In the John lives in Tyngsboro and owns his carpentry 1970’s he was drawn into the computer world and business. Joan has eight grandchildren and two moved into software development, and worked at great-granddaughters. Sadly, her husband Char- GenRad, Lotus and IBM. lie died in a private plane crash. Judith had a checkered career path, spend- After Joan was widowed, she and friends initi- ing much time taking care of family and house. ated a travel club. With those friends she traveled While in Concord Judith held several positions to Switzerland, Spain, France, Greece, England, with the town government. There, she tells us, Scotland, and other countries. Members still at- she always said “Yes” whenever she was asked to tend plays and go on short excursions. “fill in” during a vacancy. At various times she Joan is an active member of Bedford First was acting Assistant Town Manager and acting Church of Christ Congregational. A skilled knitter Town Planner. She also served on several town and a craftsperson, she has donated many knit- committees, including the Public Works Com- ted items and American Girl doll clothes to the mission. George was also active in town govern- church’s fair. Joan is also a Town Elections Officer. ment and served on the Finance, Cemetery and Though she worked as a part-time nurse, she Town Meeting Study Committees. spent lots of her time raising her children and They lived on the shore of White Pond, Walden’s sister pond in West Concord, and were

T h e C a r l e t o n -W i l l a r d V i l l a g e r • D e c e m b e r 2 0 1 4 • V o l u m e 3 2 • N u m b e r 4 11 active volunteers in the pond’s water quality when Sonja worked as a business consultant for monitoring program that was started in the early Arthur D. Little, the Strongs bought a house in 1990’s. Judith was both chief monitor and the Wayland in 1967. There they remained until their coordinator of the program. The Town of Con- move to a condo, also in Wayland, in 2002. cord also benefited from Judith’s involvement, Sonja was happy to be a stay-at-home mom. through the League of Women Voters, as the Their three children were widely spaced in age and head of their observer corps. Sonja jokes that it took her twenty years to finish Their son Thomas, a geophysicist, lives and elementary school. works in both Colorado and China with his wife, Mei. Both Sonja and Jon were deeply involved in George’s passion is cosmology and evolution local government as well as school activities. Sonja and he has been part of the Village University in was a member of the Wayland Garden Club, the Concord, teaching a course that covers how the Benefits Committee of the Sudbury Valley Trust- universe evolved step-by-step from the Big Bang ees, a leader in a local Salvation Army unit, and a to the advent of man. Judith’s passion is oriental president of the Wayland branch of the League of brush painting. Some of her paintings are on the Women Voters. She has always been active in the internet at www.mingchienliang.com. (Go to the Episcopal Church, currently at Trinity Church heading Student Works, then Massachusetts and in Boston. Once the children were grown, Sonja see her paintings in the second and third rows). worked from 1996 to 2009 as a creative memories The Sprotts have enjoyed travel to Europe, consultant helping clients create photo albums Southeast Asia, and in the U.S. A highlight was a which tell a story. six-week cruise from Hong Kong to Athens. They The Strongs have a second home in Eastman, also made several trips to Japan and have espe- New Hampshire near Hanover, where Jon grew up. cially enjoyed Baltic and Black Sea cruises. He was a Dartmouth graduate, as are two of their They believe that Carleton-Willard is a place of children. Sonja’s ties to Dartmouth are strong so it opportunity – a wonderful community where they is a happy bonus for Sonja to find herself settling can follow their passions and add new ones for the into our Dartmouth Court. rest of their days. Sonja, Bingo and Buster, often head north to Eastman, where son Rob, a photographer, makes APS the condo his base. Her daughters are not far away: Katie, mother of Kayla and Anthony is in Stow; and Ellie, mother of Greta and Finn is on the South Sonja T. Strong Shore. 64 Dartmouth Court, September 9, 2014 Sonja and Jon loved to travel. They often visited Sonja’s sister in England, and Stockholm, onja, her dog Bingo and cat Buster all seem where Sonja’s maternal relatives live. They toured Swell pleased with their new quarters in Dart- much of Western Europe, and took river cruises in mouth Court, after moving from Wayland where the United States and Europe. Since Jon’s sud- Sonja lived for nearly fifty years. den death in 2011, Sonja continues to enjoy such Sonja was born and brought up in Skaneateles, cruises. a small town in the Finger Lakes region of New Sonja is an enthusiast with many interests: York. She graduated from the local high school, outdoor activities (walking, golf, kayaking), and where the boys held the leadership roles and girls reading, and knitting. She continues her mem- were left with supporting jobs, and then Sonja went bership in an investment club, the Wayland off to Wellesley. What a revelation! She learned Garden Club, a knitting group in Wayland, and there that women could be, and do, anything. she takes particular pleasure in the art of flower Jonathan Strong was already practicing law arranging. when they first met, and they married following her graduation. After two years on Beacon Hill, ABM

T h e C a r l e t o n -W i l l a r d V i l l a g e r • D e c e m b e r 2 0 1 4 • V o l u m e 3 2 • N u m b e r 4 12 What’s in a Name? instant I was liberated from myself: no history, no baggage, an unknown even to myself. I was a have a perfectly ordinary name if a bit outdat- wraith, light as air. Never one for repartee, chit Ied. But as long as I can remember I am often chat came easily as I inserted myself into conver- called Anne (or Ann which seems a bit starchier). sations. Eventually I floated away, blowing an air Even at Carleton-Willard (where at last count kiss of thanks to my hostess across the room. I there were fourteen Annes or Anns) folk will call smiled all the way back downtown. out “Anne” before correcting themselves. I don’t That experience has never been repeated, but at all mind, but am merely puzzled. Is there some whenever I am called Anne or Ann there’s a fleet- look or mannerism associated with the name? ing recollection of the lightness of being when I Just after college I went to New York City to briefly escaped myself. seek my destiny, “the thing to do” back then. I worked at Music Corporation of America, a be- Alice Morrish hemoth talent agency on Madison Avenue, later declared a cartel and disbanded. I was “assistant” to the literary agent. I was in fact a secretary, but my boss was a generous woman. Our office About Snowflakes shared the sixth floor with theatrical, film and dramatists’ agents and there was a stream of he study of snowflakes involves mathematics, Broadway and Hollywood greats, cries of “dah- Tchemistry and physics. Evaporation raises ling,” and air-kisses aplenty. Everyone smoked, moisture from the earth, condensing it into and three-hour martini lunches were the norm. droplets around dust particles forming clouds. I usually went to Chock-Full-O’-Nuts for their Low temperatures freeze these droplets and ice $1.10 cream cheese and walnut sandwich. crystals form. When heavy enough they fall. If My peers were sophisticated New Yorkers both the air and earth are cold the result is snow. unfazed by the glamour. As exotic as I found the The process of crystallization always results people and the setting, they found me a rare bird: in six-sided forms, some examples of which are New England drab with a funny accent. They were shown below. unfailingly helpful and we became good friends. Occasionally a theatre or movie personality would hexagon plate broad branched dendritic entertain the notion of writing a novel or mem- oir. He or she (almost always a she) would come across for a chat with my boss. On one occasion a particularly vivacious up and coming actress from the west coast drifted over to my desk, perched 12-branched dentritic with on its edge saying “I’m having a small gathering dentritic sector-like ends fern-like tonight and you simply MUST come.” Not a party going animal, I don’t know what persuaded me to put on my only suitable dress (copper colored taffeta), a little black hat with veil – we’re talking 1950’s here – and head up- Sources: The Snow, Winter’s Secret Beauty, Kenneth town to the Pierre. My hostess greeted me with Libbrecht; Kids Book of Clouds and Sky, Frank Staut cries of assumed delight. “Here’s Anne Hamilton from MCA!” As my name was Hitchcock at the Snowflake watching is fun with a simple time, I started to demur but saw it was pointless: magnifying glass during a snowfall. she was off and away. What happened then was memorable. In an Anne Schmalz

T h e C a r l e t o n -W i l l a r d V i l l a g e r • D e c e m b e r 2 0 1 4 • V o l u m e 3 2 • N u m b e r 4 13 Village The Wonders of South America World-class birder and Road Scholar lecturer Peter Alden led us on a tour of South America via This is a selected summary of events that were enjoyed by six in-depth, illustrated presentations during the residents of Carleton-Willard Village in recent months. summer. His wit, knowledge and casual delivery made the journey a delight, as we toured in Brazil, Argentina, Chile, Bolivia, Peru and Ecuador.

The Big Dig Boston’s “Big Dig” was completed almost ten years ago, at a total cost exceeding $20 billion. David Kruh, who worked as spokesman and web master for the Central Artery and Tunnel Project, offered us an illustrated report on the long history and many problems associated with this massive undertaking. The challenge was to keep traffic moving on the elevated expressway, city streets, subways, and train tracks, while building the 3.5 mile depressed artery, the Ted Williams Tunnel,

Machu Picchu the Zakim Bridge, and the Rose Kennedy Green- way. Creative engineers met the challenge, and the Highlights included visiting the indigenous traffic moves better, but massive cost overruns people living in the rain forests and the high and serious mismanagement are also part of the plains; seeing the natural beauties of Rio, Iguassu Big Dig’s legacy. Falls, and the Andes mountains; visiting the beau- tiful, remote and mysterious site of Machu Picchu The Spizzwinks(?) in Peru; and understanding the natural history Twelve Yale underclassmen in formal dress en- of the Galapagos Islands in Ecuador. tertained us on a bright summer morning with a varied assortment of songs, blending a bit of Merrimack River Trip dance and tongue-in-cheek humor with their A beautiful summer day found a boatful of joyfully harmonious singing. Their selection of residents enjoying a two hour cruise on the songs, all in arrangements by members of the Merrimack River, led by Audubon Society experts group, ranged from old show favorites to clas- on an “ecotour” of the river, its estuary and the sic rock and contemporary hits, and a rousing surrounding Great Marsh. After enjoying our medley of Yale football songs with references to box lunches, we learned about the area’s his- Harvard and “The Game.” Each member intro- tory, birds, botany, and marine life. Using ma- duced himself by naming his home town and his terials and equipment they brought on board, major at Yale. With typical humor, one member our guides helped us examine plants, soil, and reported he majors in auto mechanics and art, samples of the marine life in the river and the hoping someday to make “A Van Gogh.” ocean. Binoculars helped us spot birds and Harbor seals, while microscopes let us see minute life in the water samples. We returned to shore a wiser, tanned and happy group.

T h e C a r l e t o n -W i l l a r d V i l l a g e r • D e c e m b e r 2 0 1 4 • V o l u m e 3 2 • N u m b e r 4 14 Happenings The National Parks in Southern Utah

They are samples of the ongoing activities planned by our Learning In Retirement and Off-site Programs offices.

Five Theater Scenes On a fall evening, we enjoyed The Village Thes- pians’ feast of music and drama, which began with excerpts from “South Pacific.” In a one-act A Tree in Utah Fighting for Survival play, “Chocolate,” Bob Schmalz’s policeman was treated to some creative explanations from Paul and Betty Drouilhet’s recent exhibit of their Ara Tyler’s murder suspect, who apparently got photographs of fantastic scenes from the Na- away with it. Patricia Till and Bill Paul produced tional Parks in southern Utah enabled us all to smiles and perhaps a few tears in the one act play travel with them to this exotic landscape. The “I’m Herbert.” We visited New York’s Algonquin sense of limitless space and the care with which Round Table to savor Dorothy Parker’s witty they chose the subject matter on which to focus, sarcasm, before the show ended with selections combined with the vividness of the natural colors from “The Music Man.” Residents applauded the they captured, impress the viewer with their ap- efforts displayed in the acting, singing, sound preciation of this environment. This is the first and lighting, sets, and musical accompaniment, time these pictures have been exhibited. They and thanked executive producers Tom and Ann were printed on a new digital color printer which Paul recently purchased. We all benefited from Larkin for an enchanted evening. HBH the results. APS Cogswell’s Grant Residents visited Cogswell’s Grant in Essex to Images of Eve tour the house, dating from 1728, and enjoy On a fall evening we enjoyed the fine artistry of the remarkable collection of early American art, Wendy Rolfe, flute, and Deborah DeWolf Emery, toys, furniture and household items collected piano, who offered a smartly titled program, Im- by the most recent owners, the Little family ages of Eve, featuring the wide-ranging music of from Brookline MA. The original land grant of six fine women composers. First performing with 300 acres on the Essex River was made to John Deborah in the 1970s as classmates at the Ober- Cogswell in 1636, when Essex was part of Ips- lin Conservatory of Music, Wendy spoke of her wich. We were fortunate to see Herrmann’s Royal feeling that music by women deserves a far wider Lipizzan Stallions, encamped on the grounds for audience. These thirteen rarely heard pieces, all a week during their annual northern tour. These gratefully applauded, proved her point, from Ce- are the type of horses seen at the Spanish Riding cile Chaminade’s passionate Concertino to works School in Vienna. Our trip concluded with lunch by Hewett, Beach, Aquino, and the remarkable at the wonderful Windward Grille in Essex. young Taiwanese, I-Yun Chung. Among the many who greeted the artists at the end was Wendy’s proud mother, the broadly smiling Stephanie Rolfe of Andover Court. HBH Edwin Cox

T h e C a r l e t o n -W i l l a r d V i l l a g e r • D e c e m b e r 2 0 1 4 • V o l u m e 3 2 • N u m b e r 4 15 Four Generations of and the patient can often go home the same day. It was really revolutionary, according to Bob, Medical Practice but, at the same time he made sure his students knew how to perform the operation “the old- y great-grandfather, grandfather, father, and fashioned way,” in case they needed to! Mbrother were all doctors. This then is a sort of journey over one hundred years of medical Sue Hay practice and some of the changes that occurred. George Lincoln Goodale, Harvard Medical School (1863) practiced medicine briefly before Patagonia Trout Fishing becoming Professor of Economic Botany at Har- vard. His first interest had always been botany and he accepted the invitation of Asa Gray to teach and supervise the Botanical Museum. Economic Botany refers to the uses of plants, such as grain from grass, rope from hemp, wood from trees, and, of course medicine from herbs. In his journals he described his home laboratory in which he concocted remedies from all sorts of plants for ailments such as diverticulitis, diabe- tes, and his own prostate cancer! Joseph, his son, once took out his own tonsils! An eminent Boston ear-nose-and-throat Shea with his catch physician, he was loved by his patients. He had ome years after I became an ardent fly rod a wonderful bedside manner. I remember be- Strout fisherman I discovered Patagonia. I ing sick; he came in the room, and I felt better went there four times between 1988 and 2004. It’s already! When I asked him much later how he beautiful, not crowded and most of the fish caught reconciled having to treat patients before the are brooks, rainbows, and browns over 20 inches. advent of miracle drugs, he said “I did the best The place we found best for fishing, climate, I could, with what I had, at the time I had to do lodging, guiding, and beauty was Lago Tromen. it.” A pragmatist’s perfect answer. It is just below a huge extinct volcano, Lanin, My father, Robert, inherited his father’s very next to the Chilean border and about four hours successful practice. I remember the advent of the by car north of the Bariloche airport. Our coun- sulfa drugs and penicillin. It made a dramatic terpart latitude would be Canada. One goes there change in his practice. Gone were lengthy treat- in January – our winter, their summer. Patagonia ments for strep and sinuses. He had specialized got its name from pate gonia, meaning “big feet” in ear infections and now “One hardly ever sees in Spanish, which is what the original natives a mastoid, or needs to do mastoid surgery.” He had. was skeptical from the first about using antibiot- The people you meet at the lodges are seldom ics indiscriminately. Today, his fear that infections Argentinians, who love horseback riding but not would become resistant to them has been realized. trout fishing. Driving through the countryside My brother, Bob, chose surgery as a specialty, one sees many a beautiful lake with not a house practicing and teaching at the University of Min- on its shoreline, nor a single boat on its waters, nesota Hospital. I think, for him, the “tipping and the fishing is uncrowded. It’s truly a unique point” came with the invention of laparoscopy. piece of world, but before you book a flight to go This is the procedure for operating with a small there I can tell you about a few negatives also. incision, and the use of a microscope and camera to see the operating area. It is minimally invasive Shea Smith

T h e C a r l e t o n -W i l l a r d V i l l a g e r • D e c e m b e r 2 0 1 4 • V o l u m e 3 2 • N u m b e r 4 16 Driving Ms. Barley “That’s ridiculous!” my husband shouted. “We can’t let her rule us like this!” ur first grand-dog was Barley Hops, a beau- “Well I don’t know what else to do and we are Otiful registered Golden Retriever who had wasting time,” I yelled back. a long fancy title, but was affectionately known “Alright, alright, but I feel like the chauffeur as Barley because she had been paid for by the for some nutty old people and their crazy pet.” proceeds of an article her father wrote on micro- He happened to have on a tweed, visored cap I breweries. had gotten for him in Scotland. I tried hard not She was the best of the brew, mellow and de- to laugh as I replied, “I think that may be totally lightful, loved by just about everyone. But she had accurate.” a couple of eccentricities that put all her family to the test. Most dogs seem to be frightened by oncoming storms. Barley went nearly berserk, but that is a story for another day. Unlike other dogs I have known, Barley was also terrified of riding in a car. If you managed to get her in, she would spend the entire trip trem- bling and whimpering. A frequent guest at our home, Barley was al- ways welcome. She made us new friends when we walked with her. Everyone wanted to pet her and would have questions for us about her. Thrilled with every new encounter, her tail wagged joyfully and it was all we could do to keep her from lying So on we rolled, Barley whimpering but under down on the sidewalk for a tummy rub. control so long as I petted her and murmured that During one of her extended visits, my husband all was well; Gordon mumbling in the front seat and I wanted to go to Vermont for a gathering of over the idiocy of it all. good friends, so Barley’s parents arranged for her When we finally arrived in Lenox, Hank and to spend the time with her long-time pal, Hank, his family rushed to greet us. I opened the back and his family in the Berkshires. Hank too was a door and Barley was out of there like the proverbi- Golden and they had been friends since Barley was al bat out of ….! She and Hank immediately began a tiny pup. cavorting around the spacious yard, having a glori- Taking the Mass Pike to Lenox is not the most ous time. We knew and loved the young family we direct route to the part of Vermont where we were were leaving her with, so we had a short visit with headed. Never mind, we were happy to take the them and they assured us that they would keep detour. But we did worry about Barley taking the Barley until her parents’ return. Presumably Bar- trip. With good reason! We couldn’t get her to ley would be much more willing to enter a vehicle enter the car. Finally, I went to the other side of if Hank were there too. the car, opened the back door and sat down, hope- As we started to leave I looked for Barley and ful that I could use her leash to pull her in without shouted goodbye. She and Hank continued to race hurting her. around the yard. Not so much as a look over her With a wild leap she came into the car and shoulder as we drove away. landed heavily into my lap. When I tried to get I was in the front seat for the rest of the trip out she put all her weight down more firmly and and we talked – mostly about Barley. We arrived at started to whimper. our destination, just in time for “Happy Hour” and “It looks like we are going to have to go with seldom was a drink more welcome. me back here,” I said. Peggy McKibben

T h e C a r l e t o n -W i l l a r d V i l l a g e r • D e c e m b e r 2 0 1 4 • V o l u m e 3 2 • N u m b e r 4 17 A Birthday House Tour to send his rug to Texas. While viewing the Oval Office, we were asked to observe the walls care- fter a lovely “creative black tie” dinner party fully to see if we could identify any doors besides Aat Grace’s home, when my two daughters and the very large visible one by the secretary’s desk. my granddaughter wore my formals from the One led to a private bathroom, another to a sixties, we retired to the living room to open the small dining area, and one opened to a hall of eightieth birthday gifts from my family. A won- small offices. derful surprise was written on a greeting card Our friend’s office was the closest to the Oval from Diane. I was invited to tour the Oval Office Office, even closer than the Vice President’s. This at the White House on any Friday of my choos- V.P. office was only a ceremonial one, with his ing in either June or July, and I could bring large suite of rooms in the adjacent Executive my family too. Needless to say, I became quite Office Building. We first noted our friend’s large excited and exclaimed, “The sooner the better!” gray locked safe right next to her desk to hold all Diane explained she had contacted a former her papers. She explained that if any of those se- Duke classmate of my deceased daughter, Judy, curity guards observed a paper on her desk when because his wife was at that time the Deputy she was out of her office, day or night, she would Chief of Staff in the first be docked a day’s pay. Obama administration. While sitting behind her When he said he could desk she pointed to a red gladly make all our ar- button on her massive rangements, he laughed phone. This was a direct and said he would join line to POTUS (President us too since he had never of the United States). himself had a tour. We I was very impressed! met him for dinner in a At a glance, she then D.C. restaurant preced- remarked that POTUS ing our private tour. had just walked from We met his wife at the one room to another in his private quarters. Gatehouse to the West The Oval Office on New Year’s Day, 2009 Wing of the White House. Wow! She really did know exactly where he was every minute. She escorted us through because, weeks before, We were shown the Navy Dining Room in the we had been approved after submitting our so- West Wing. Our friend typically took her meals cial security numbers. That night we were given on a tray back to her office where she usually passes to wear around our necks. worked from 7:00 a.m. to 10:00 p.m., at least six Throughout the evening I was aware of men days a week. Our Duke friend remarked he could in their white-shirted uniforms carrying either never have a meal in that small fine dining room a pistol or rifle. Very reassuring! Most of the because two groups of people were not allowed: hallway walls were covered with enlarged, recent foreign dignitaries and journalists. Because he photos of the First Family. We were told they are was a Washington reporter for the New York updated weekly. Each administration has its own Times he could not dine there. personal photographer. The Roosevelt Conference Room (named for Although I am a great fan of Obama, I was Teddy, not F.D.R.) had a taller chair placed in the very disappointed in the choice of floor covering middle of one of the longer sides of the rectan- in the Oval Office. Then we were laughingly in- gular table for the President. This was also true formed that there was not much time to acquire in the Situation Room. Of course, I had to re- a new rug since the Obamas were receiving so quest to visit the Ladies Room so I could report many messages from the preceding President on the décor. It was small but well-appointed

T h e C a r l e t o n -W i l l a r d V i l l a g e r • D e c e m b e r 2 0 1 4 • V o l u m e 3 2 • N u m b e r 4 18 with brass fixtures and well stocked with all the There was no parking nearby. We had to stop a essentials. couple of blocks away. I pulled my daughter out of As we exited the West Wing we were then al- the “car” and firmly closed the door. As we hustled lowed to take exterior photos with our cameras, towards the bakery the rain began to fall. Things which had been secured at the Gatehouse. There were no better when we got inside. It felt as if the I noticed a good-sized photo of our friend posted entire town was crowded in the shop waiting for inside the Gatehouse with two other photos. She pastries. We stood there for at least a quarter of an never had to be checked in or out, nor wear an hour, all the while glancing towards the window ID around her neck. to witness the view of “Niagara Falls.” Why hadn’t I sense enough to bring an umbrella, raincoats, or Ruth McDade a canoe? When I had completed my purchases I pushed my way towards the exit, wrapped my daughter in a few spare plastic bakery bags and muttered, Journey to Princeton “Don’t move a muscle until I come back to fetch you.” I then made a mad dash two or three blocks e drove to Princeton in our elderly Jeep. This towards our soggy Jeep. I grasped the door handle was my husband’s favorite form of transporta- W just as the bakery bags began to slip. I pulled and tion. I think it brought back for him the excitement tugged, but our Jeep was in no mood to cooperate. he felt when, as a World War II Captain in the Spe- Let’s face it, I was utterly stuck. cial Air Service of the British Army, he had respond- Stuck? In Princeton? Not on your life! Strid- ed to the call – “Full speed ahead, and let’s get this ing along under a huge, black umbrella came a bloody war over” – and off he went to join his crew. gentleman impeccably dressed in a grey, worsted But now it was 1948 and we were living in the suit. United States. There was no rush for this trip. We “May I help you?” Every polished word dis- had made a very early start and New York’s traf- played his top flight Princeton accent and the fic wouldn’t be too bad. So I said, rather quietly, essence of gallantry. “Well, we’re taking our five-year-old daughter to “Oh, yes please,” I urged. “I just can’t get this be a flower girl at an afternoon wedding. Maybe door to open …” you should slow down a bit before she wilts.” With meticulous care he placed the umbrella We did arrive in good time, and carefully to protect both of us. Then clenching the rusty parked behind a tall hedge where our old Jeep handle, he thrust his six foot frame behind a would be inconspicuous. All seemed in good con- monumental wrenching attack. The offending trol up at the house. The men, of course, moved door was terrified into submission. It opened away from the nuptial chaos and were enjoying a with a hideous groan. I was ceremoniously beck- beer on the patio. I was fully engaged in maintain- oned towards the driver’s seat. With only one bag ing our angel in white organdy in pristine condi- of rolls dropping beside me, I began to clamber tion, and the bride was nowhere in sight. in. But I paused, and turned around. Summon- Suddenly our hostess rushed into the liv- ing my well worn Oxford English I delivered my ing room and announced that she had entirely expression of undying gratitude. forgotten to pick up the rolls from downtown. It “Thank you so much …” And then my coup followed, of course, that I volunteered to drive de grace … “It takes a big, a really big jerk to somewhere in Princeton to a bakeshop. Given open that door.” complicated directions I grabbed my daugh- I might have said more, but he had turned ter, put her into the rattletrap Jeep, and went and walked stiffly away at a fast pace. I wasn’t in search of the bakery. Of course it was hard sure why! to find, and by now the heat and humidity had brought black skies. It threatened a deluge. Stephanie Rolfe

T h e C a r l e t o n -W i l l a r d V i l l a g e r • D e c e m b e r 2 0 1 4 • V o l u m e 3 2 • N u m b e r 4 19 We were on a bike trip following country roads. On the third day out we were crossing from Belgium to Luxembourg after starting at Maastricht in the Netherlands, heading ultimate- ly to Basel, Switzerland.

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Cullen Bob and Ruth on a tandem bike It was raining, as it frequently does during Abigail Ormord September 30 the Belgian spring. With our heads down in the downpour we missed a turn. We went down a Dale Shaw October 2 long steep hill and came to a nice village called Ouren, which was not on our map. As it was Mary Dorothea October 15 lunchtime we went to the local inn where the hostess reminded us to remove our wet gear Hellstrom Nesline before sitting in their plush chairs. That left us in our biking shorts and jerseys, not the most appropriate wear for our surroundings. We were shown to a little alcove away from the other guests who were taking it all in with interest. After a bountiful meal we did not want to climb that steep hill we had descended. We found a paved road going in the right direction. It was pretty along the Our River but the road soon Whoops, Wrong Turn became gravel, then two tracks, then a single track. We decided to reconnoiter then as it was ome of you have probably heard about the still early afternoon. We agreed to push on for an SEast Coast Greenway which goes from hour hoping to find another town. Push indeed! Maine to Florida. Unlike the Appalachian Trail, The trail became muddy and we frequently had which follows a mountain route, it connects to dismount and push the tandem which had conservation lands and town parks along the skinny road tires, not like the wide ones of to- way. There is a similar, older walking route day’s mountain bikes. in Europe called GR 5. It runs from Hoek van We saw campers along the trail who stared at Holland to Nice, France, a route that is 1,423 us but did not question us because of the lan- miles long. My wife, Ruth, and I did not walk it guage barrier. They knew we must be Americans but rode our tandem bike on part of the GR 5 in because of our helmets. 1987.

T h e C a r l e t o n -W i l l a r d V i l l a g e r • D e c e m b e r 2 0 1 4 • V o l u m e 3 2 • N u m b e r 4 20 Then we saw paint marks on the rocks and a proached with respect and courtesy, respond in GR 5 sign, and continued on the trail for about kind, and it has been possible to have interesting three miles, and then came to a paved road lead- conversations in every setting. ing to a town. A few years ago the destination of a Harvard We soon reached a town and inquired where Alumni trip was the Arab Emirates and nearby we were. The answer was Diekirch in Germany. countries. Traveling with a retired ambassador We were directed to cross the river to Luxem- opened many doors for the group, one of which bourg, take a left on the road to Clervaux, our included an audience with the ruler of Oman in planned destination for the day. his palace. It was interesting to learn that several All’s well that ends well. rulers had been educated in the United States. In strictly Muslim countries the place of women Bob Sawyer was rigorously defined, and at the university built to educate women, the burka was worn. Under it, however, were blue jeans and cell phones. The The Travel Bug cafeteria served gourmet food to order and even featured Haagen-Dazs ice cream. On talking with y Aunt Ara, who traveled widely, leaned over the president of the college, a blonde, blue-eyed Mme one day when I was embedded in early woman, I asked where she was from; her reply was motherhood activities, and asked me to accom- “Texas.” A Job Fair in the U.S. had presented her pany her to Greece. Such a suggestion at that with the opportunity: she qualified and was hired. time of life seemed preposterous and my first Other travel adventures were soft adventure thought was to turn down the offer. Luckily the trips: helicopter hiking in the mountains of quick second thought of “why not?” saved me Canada, exploring many of our western states and I agreed to accompany her. It was then that I in an elegantly refurbished train, called The caught the travel bug, and thus began a lifetime American Oriental Express; the Bahia Penin- of exploring what the world has to offer. Asked sula to observe whales; and an expedition to the which country is a favorite is not a question Northwest Territory of Canada to photograph the easily answered for each offers its own unique Aurora Borealis. Once we were shipwrecked in culture. the Bering Sea. In that first Greek adventure, I remember In all I have traveled to some thirty-six buddying up to a teenager being treated to the countries over a lifetime. Each has presented trip by his grandmother. When we reached the its own unique culture, so different from mine, first Olympic field we looked at each other and and each has added to an understanding of the the race began. He won! It was fun to think I had human condition. I’ve fallen in love with each raced where the original Olympiad contests had and initially promised myself to return. Though been held – they nude, we fully clothed – the dif- that has not happened, my search for adventure ference in centuries of progress. compels me to continue to look for new coun- Human beings the world over mostly face tries to visit. the same universal challenges: survival at what- Since being domiciled at Carleton-Willard ever level of society they inhabit. Parents want I have already seen polar bears in Canada; tra- the best for their children, people need food and versed Canada by train; visited India; and I am water, health issues are important. The human now contemplating a Spain/Portugal adventure. condition prevails in every culture; it’s how The travel bug bit back there in Greece and I inhabitants attempt to meet these needs that’s thank my Aunt Ara for being sure I was bitten! interesting. Some succeed, some struggle, some Ara Tyler are beset with political challenges; some are not. What impressed me most was that people, ap-

T h e C a r l e t o n -W i l l a r d V i l l a g e r • D e c e m b e r 2 0 1 4 • V o l u m e 3 2 • N u m b e r 4 21 A Tale of the Vienna Woods could see. This was vineyard country. It was late August and the grapes were starting to ripen. lthough we had a rental car for our trip One could get tipsy just breathing in the aroma. Aacross Austria in 1972, we rarely used it As we descended we found the first pine when we were in Vienna. There was an efficient, bough and entered the unlocked gate. Inside fast trolley system which extended to the out- was a small cottage with a sign over the door, skirts of the city. Luckily, we chose the trolley “Ausg’steckt,” meaning we are open for business. the afternoon we decided to visit the Wienerwald We stepped inside and saw some people sitting (Vienna Woods). The town at the end of the line on benches at wooden tables enjoying their was Grinzing, in the foothills of the forest and dinners and pitchers of the pale heuriger wine. vineyards. We had been told that the best time There was a small glass display case where we to go was late afternoon, after the crowds had could see a selection of cold-cuts: wurst, braten. departed. The whole area is laced with trails and The food did not appeal to us, so we decided bicycle paths. It is a picnic destination for tour- to look in on some other heurigen. After a few ists as well as the Viennese. attempts, we found one which served wiener Facing us was a road which climbed a gentle schnitzel and roast pork, along with the tradi- hill. We knew there were vineyards, but they tional selections. We ordered our dinner and sat down at a table. A pitcher of wine immediately appeared along with heaping plates of food. We had been warned that the new wine was deceptively light and not to drink too much, especially not on an empty stomach. We thought we were following that advice. But by the time we had finished our dinners and consumed more than one pitcher of wine, we could feel no pain. When we left, dusk had turned into darkness. Somehow, we found our way back down to the trolley stop and returned to our B&B still float- were not visible as we ascended. As a matter of ing on air. I don’t remember a hangover the next fact, the street was lined with small attached morning, but surely we must have had one! houses which abutted the sidewalk. Occasion- After a couple of days of sightseeing, we ally this façade was broken by an archway with decided to return to the same heurigen for sup- an iron grillwork or wooden gate. As we trudged per. The food had been delicious and this time up the street, we could see that most of the gates we would be sensible and follow the rules. We were locked. Occasionally, we could spot a pine walked up the street and headed in the direc- bough which had been hung over a gate. From tion of “our” heurigen, but it was nowhere to be our reading we knew that meant a heurigen was found. It was as if it had been wiped out of the open. Heuriger is the German word for “this sea- painting! We were sure we remembered the loca- son’s wine.” A heurigen is a place where you can tion, but all we saw were walls and locked gates. drink it. We made a mental note to remember We wandered around a bit, certain that it had to the locations when we returned down the hill. be nearby. We really must have been smashed At the top was a larger building. I think I the last time! What a strange feeling! We settled recall that it was a restaurant. We did not choose for another heurigen, did not drink so much to go in, however. Those pine boughs down the wine and went home terribly disappointed. The street beckoned. The view looking out over the next day we learned that each heurigen was told hillside was magnificent. It was covered with which days it could be open. So, not only was inundating rows of grape vines, as far as the eye our favorite closed, they had literally pulled up

T h e C a r l e t o n -W i l l a r d V i l l a g e r • D e c e m b e r 2 0 1 4 • V o l u m e 3 2 • N u m b e r 4 22 the sidewalk. There was not a trace. Boat. The answer was “No.” Crossing the Pacific We did feel good that first night, though! Ah, was not yet routine for airlines, but I was advised yes! I remember it well! I could fly home from San Francisco to New York. Good! When the day of departure came, Esther K. Braun I again boarded the SS Lurline, but this time I traveled alone. My fate was to room with a fe- male alcoholic with whiskey at her bedside, and to be accosted by an older couple desperate for a My First Flight(s) fourth at bridge. They assured me they played for only small stakes but it turned out to be a disas- s the youngest of seven children, my mother ter as I held no cards and soon owed them over learned the art of persuasion at an early age. A nine hundred dollars. They forgave the debt to So, when I was about eighteen, she asked her my great relief. oldest brother, a US Army general stationed in The seating in the dining salon on an ocean Honolulu, if I might visit him and his family liner can be tricky and I wondered if a naïve young for two weeks. It so happened that Sybby, the woman would be seated at the captain’s table. Not daughter of my parents’ friends in Seattle, the a chance! Secretary of the Treasury, Henry Mor- Kings, would be spending three weeks with me genthau was there but I was seated at a table with in Maine. Sybby and her family were then also the ship’s Chief Engineer and Secretary Morgen- traveling to Hawaii. We asked if Sybby and I thau’s Coast Guard Aide with whom I chatted. could drive to Seattle to meet Sybby’s parents “How are you going back to Washington?”I asked. who could keep an eye on me, as well as their “By Coast Guard plane,” he replied. I hoped to get three adult children. Both families agreed and a flight to New York which arrived earlier, and I Sybby and I drove my family’s 1931 Ford Sedan did indeed get an afternoon flight. to Seattle, sold it to a Ford dealer there, and sent Not long after takeoff, the captain’s voice the check to my father. advised, “Fasten your seat belts; large thunder- The King family and I took the train to San storms ahead; too big to go round. We may expe- Francisco, and then embarked on the Matson SS rience sudden drops of a hundred feet or more.” Lurline to Los Angeles and Honolulu. The only It happened just as he had warned. But we came problem on the trip was my inability to increase through alright with Albuquerque right ahead. I my original 25 cent investment on the “one- wondered about Secretary Morgenthau and his armed bandits” while Sybby won two “jackpots” aide. Yes, they were in Albuquerque too. While and a huge pile of silver coins. the plane took on fuel I had a few words with the On our arrival in Honolulu we were each “sprinters” and figured we would probably pace decked out in fragrant fresh flower leis as a wel- them for the entire trip. We did. come gesture. I was picked up by my cousins, driv- The story repeated itself in Kansas City and en to their house in the officers’ quarters at Fort again in Pittsburgh. There we parted ways, and Shafter which is just a few miles west of Honolulu. I flew on to New York, dashed to Grand Central I was there for many grand adolescent gatherings. Station, and boarded the Bar Harbor Express – A very sedate officer’s horseback ride up to the all on the same day I had docked in San Francis- empty crater where ammunition was stored, took co. Finally a sleepless and very bumpy train ride the place of church on Sunday mornings. Shirley to Ellsworth, Maine, and a mere eighteen-mile Temple was invited to the Fort for a parade in her ride home in my parents’ car. honor. She was still small and flirtatious. In spite of all these goings-on I became Mary Welch anxious about my return trip without the King family to rely on and telephoned home to see if I could fly home from Oahu in the Mars Flying

T h e C a r l e t o n -W i l l a r d V i l l a g e r • D e c e m b e r 2 0 1 4 • V o l u m e 3 2 • N u m b e r 4 23 TRACKS IN THE SNOW at Carleton-Willard

The prints of hopping animals (mice, squirrels, rabbits) have the larger hind feet landing in front of where the forepaws were upon take-off. With increasing speed the distance covered with each hop increases. Thus:

Perfect-stepping is when the hind feet fall exactly into the prints of the front feet. This results in a single line of prints. Deer, foxes and coyotes perfect-step. Dogs do not.

T h e C a r l e t o n -W i l l a r d V i l l a g e r • D e c e m b e r 2 0 1 4 • V o l u m e 3 2 • N u m b e r 4 24 “In life, night comes. In literature, the sun always rises.” Jill Lepore The Bedford Free Public Library Our library here at Carleton-Willard Village is the item you want you will have to supply your wonderful, and we are proud of it. It is always name and card number. open and the collection of over 3,000 books is continuously updated. Many of our residents find Donating books: that their information and reading requirements You can take books that you no longer want to are more than satisfied, but it is nice to know the library in person, or you can arrange for that the Bedford Free Public Library is nearby, someone to take them for you. ready to answer our questions and to help us find the materials we wish to use. A recent Library eBooks: conversation with Bedford’s Library Director, Reading books on an e reader is becoming more Richard Callaghan, provided the answers to and more popular. You can use a Kindle, a Kindle many frequently asked questions. Fire, a Nook, an ipad or other tablet, a smart- phone or a computer. The library also offers Bedford Library contact information: “Overdrive Read” for which you do not need a Telephone number: 781 275-9440; special app. Internet address: www.bedfordlibrary.net The Head Librarian and his staff are ready and Getting to the library: willing to provide help to Carleton-Willard If you do not have access to a car there is a residents in any way, particularly with issues of Carleton-Willard jitney bus that makes a stop at technology. If you have questions or if you wish the Bedford Library every Thursday morning (see to have individualized instruction you are asked the monthly calendar). If the date and time are to call the library and set up an appointment. not convenient you can leave your library card and instructions at the main desk on Wednesday and The Friends of the Bedford Library: the driver will return or pick up items for you. The Friends support the library in many ways, and they raise funds through book sales and Library Card: membership dues. If you wish to join the Friends, Any card from a Minuteman member library is pick up one of their brochures at the library or acceptable. If you do not have a card you will ask someone to pick up a brochure for you. The need to fill out a form and provide a photo id with Friends would appreciate your support. proof of your current local address. We are so fortunate to have two wonderful free Reserving a book, an audio book or a DVD: libraries to use. If you have any questions about In person: ask at the Reference Desk; by tele- using either one of them, please ask a member of phone: call and ask for the Reference Desk; Carleton-Willard’s Library Committee. by computer: go to the web site, and enter the author or title where it says “search the catalog.” Katherine F. Graff You can narrow down the search by clicking Chair of the Library Committee where it says “modify search.” When you identify

T h e C a r l e t o n -W i l l a r d V i l l a g e r • D e c e m b e r 2 0 1 4 • V o l u m e 3 2 • N u m b e r 4 25 Library Committee Favorites FICTION Lahiri, Jhumpa: The Lowland Two brothers, growing up in India, are Croce, Jim: Harvest inseparable. One is drawn to join a rebellion The inhabitants of a remote English Village waged to eradicate inequality and the other wake on the morning after harvest to see two pursues a life of scientific research in America. conspicuous columns of smoke. The presence of newcomers seems to be threatening the Tartt, Donna: The Goldfinch village’s entire way of life. A thirteen year-old-boy survives an accident that kills his mother. He clings to a small DeLope, Manuel: The Wrong Blood painting that reminds him of her and In the Basque country in northern Spain, just ultimately draws him into the criminal before the civil war, three men are on their way underworld. to a wedding when one of them suffers a stroke while visiting a bar. This event weaves together Verghese, Abraham: Cutting for Stone the lives of two women, the bride and the bar Two brothers, born of a secret union between owner’s daughter. A local doctor is the only a beautiful Indian nun and a brash British witness to a mysterious agreement between the surgeon, come of age in Ethiopia. two women. NON FICTION Doerr, Anthony: All the Light We Cannot See The story of a young French girl who is blind Butler, Katy: Knocking on Heaven’s Door and an orphan German boy who is an expert A mix of personal narrative and hard-nosed in radio technology. Taking place during reporting that captures just how flawed care World War II, the girl flees Paris during the at the end of life has become. This memoir Nazi occupation and the boy wins a place at a ponders the “good death” and the forces within brutal academy for Hitler youth. Their stories medicine that stand in its way. converge at Saint Malo, under allied bombing. Chang, Jung: Empress Dowager Cixi Harris, Robert: An Officer and a Spy In 1852, at the age of 16, Cixi was chosen as The story of the infamous Dreyfus affair, one of the Emperor’s concubines. When he told as a chillingly dark, hard-edged novel of died in 1861, their five- year-old son succeeded conspiracy and espionage. to the throne and Cixi launched a coup against her son’s regents and placed herself as the true Joyce, Rachel: The Unlikely Pilgrimage of source of power. Harold Fry Harold Fry, recently retired, receives a letter Feifer, Gregory: Russians from Queenie Hennessy, who he has not seen An exploration of the seeming paradoxes of for twenty years. She is in hospice and is life in Russia, unraveling the nature of its writing to say goodbye. Harold feels compelled people. The result of hundreds of intimate to walk the 600 miles to the hospice, believing conversations about everything from sex and that, as long as he walks, Queenie will live. vodka to Russia’s complex relationship with the world.

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