Yesterday, I moved in. Today, the new students moved in. They’ll be here until Friday taking classes in everything from soapmaking and weaving to blacksmithing and banjo playing. They come from as far away as Maine and California, and as close as Georgia, Tennessee, and North Carolina. Actually, it can take 8 hours to drive…
Month: July 2011
Arrival – A Wonderful Welcome
The only person in the building when I arrived was my Senior Host, Cory Marie Podielski and she did a wonderful job welcoming me to my home for the next four months. I had happy flashbacks of my days as a Resident Assistant when I saw how she decorated my door. . . . ….
Beginning at the End
At the end of every week at the Folk School, everyone gathers in the Community Room of the Keith House to display their finished works and admire the works of others. It’s quite impressive what people can accomplish in just one week of class. Here are some pictures I took yesterday: Doll making class with…
Why Wait?
“Do you always come down here with someone else?” I asked Lois last night at dinner. “Oh, no. No need to wait that long,” she said. My sentiments exactly. If we wait for the ideal travel partner (or any travel partner, for that matter), we may never go. So when people say, “You’re doing all…
Talking to Strangers: In Small Towns
“Meet my future wife,” he said as he introduced me. This was the first I’d heard we were engaged. I’d only met him two hours earlier, but apparently I’d made an impression. I’d left Virginia Beach around eight that morning, plugged “Raleigh, NC” into my GPS, then hit the button to avoid highways. Why? Well,…
A Day of Freebies
“You don’t happen to have any more change, do you?” I asked the guy filling his parking meter behind mine. I had decided to lighten my load of change into a tip jar at a local coffee shop earlier, which didn’t bode well for my current situation: parking at a meter in DC to meet…
A Stop Along the Way
As we fiddled with the buckle across the toes on a pair of sandals, I said to the saleswoman “Well, once we get it right, I hope I never have to change them again.” “If you do, you could just come back,” she responded. “Well, I’m actually moving to North Carolina,” I said. “Oh really? …
And She’s Off!
“How long does it take to get down there?” he asked as I piled boxes and bags into my car. “Well, I think it’s 12 hours or so, but I’m taking two and a half weeks,” I told him. “Two and a half weeks?” he asked, his eyes wide with amazement. “Yeah – I’m stopping…
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