“It’s important you read the list of precautions. We are in the midst of wild animals and you must respect them at all times. Although we haven’t had a serious accident this year, we don’t want to repeat the tragedy of last season.”
“I once had a box camera, next a Polaroid and now a Canon that still uses film. A digital camera’s cost is out of reach for me but would improve my photography.”
In 1947 at the age of 17, I went to France with the Experiment in International Living to be a counselor in a French camp.
It was June, three years after the end of World War II. I was the youngest of 300 college students brought together by the Experiment in International Living for a summer in France, some of us to be counselors in camps with war orphans.
My friend Sally and I spent part of a summer in northern Scandinavia hiking in the tundra with reindeer in the background. Several years later she and her husband bought two of Edvard Munch’s paintings before they became popular.
“This is hard work with all the decisions pulling me in different directions. Do I keep this Norwegian sweater or cashmere or favorite blue mohair—but is it too worn?”
I drowsily wake up in bed and reach over for John’s hand. His space is empty. I want to cuddle and feel all is right in the world with him at my side.