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Welcome to Quarry Hill's Blog!

Quarry Hill Creative Center in Rochester, VT, founded 1946 by Barbara and Irving Fiske, is Vermont's oldest alternative community and at one time was probably also its largest. In the 60s -80s, as many as 90 people lived here.
It was and is visited each year, often in summer (but in every season, really) by visitors from all over the world.
We welcome interesting and creative people who are peaceful, bring no weapons, don't believe in hitting children or killing animals, and enjoy the beauty of Vermont and of themselves.

Most of us do not adhere to any particular dogma or religion, though many do find Eastern philosophy closest to our own thought (some of us are also members of the Quakers/Society of Friends).
We value the individual, particularly people who are energetic and have a sense of humor.
Visitors are welcome-- and prospective residents, too. There are some places for rent, others for sale. If interested, get in touch!
And, please follow the Blog and comment whenever you like!

"The symbol is the enemy of the reality, and the reality is ever one's true guide, true friend, true companion, and true self." Irving Fiske, 1908-1990

Friday, August 15, 2014

I need to fix the layout of ths Blog...

Sorry all followers and other viewers... I need to spend some time fixing the layout of this Quarry Hill Blog.  I'm not sure how to add a new page, but looks as if it is about time!

Beth looks wonderful, but would look better without all those older posts over her image. I'll see if I can figure it out.
-- L.


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Bethany Sarafina McCarty at her baby shower, Quarry Hill All Night Dance Party, August 1, 2014

Beth is a central heart being of Quarry Hill-- and to me, like a daughter. I look forward to her baby's birth sometime in November (probably Saggitarius)...
Everyone is so happy, and Beth so gorgeous!

-- Ladybelle

Wednesday, July 23, 2014

Join us for a FESTIVAL of the ARTS next year at Quarry Hill, VT's oldest alternative art colony and writer's retreat! 

My friend Pim FK, a Dutch artist, and I have been planning a project featuring the artistic/ literary side of Quarry Hill Creative Center next year (2015),

We plan to ask several writers and artists (and musicians also if you like, video artists, etc.) to come to Quarry Hill next summer, and together create Pim's idea-- a work of collaborative art!  Writers will write brief stories and poems (some true, some imaginary) and will post them on the wall. Artists will choose one (or more than one) to create a work of art to illustrate the tale or image.  

Video artists and musicians could make films and theme music to go with the story.
We are still just developing the idea, and welcome your thoughts and ideas to help us make Quarry Hill again a fully flowering creative place where, as Irving said, Time and Eternity intersect.

Check out our crowdfunding site and see what you think!  We can also adjust the site according to people's ideas!
Ladybelle and Pim

Wednesday, July 2, 2014

Join us for a Celebration of Barbara Hall Fiske Calhoun's Life!

October 4, 2014-- 1 PM. We will celebrate Barbara's life and we will scatter her ashes, and have a party with food and music and talk and memory. Please feel free to come. Get in touch with me first (RSVP) at

There will also be a Quaker Celebration of Barb's life on Sept 14 at 10 AM at Middlebury Friends Meeting in Middlebury, VT. (Havurah House on what becomes RT 7 North). Please feel welcome to come!

Ladybelle Fiske

Friday, June 27, 2014

Peace, My Heart

Regarding the death of Barbara Fiske Calhoun, who died April 28, 2014 after 94 years of being a wild Bohemian creature, and one of the greatest artists I have ever known...

A Quaker friend sent us this poem.

Hope you all like it as much as I do. I love Tagore.


Peace, my heart, let the time for
the parting be sweet.
Let it not be a death but completeness.
Let love melt into memory and pain
into songs.
Let the flight through the sky end
in the folding of the wings over the
Let the last touch of your hands be
gentle like the flower of the night.
Stand still, O Beautiful End, for a
moment, and say your last words in
I bow to you and hold up my lamp
to light you on your way.

This is almost exactly the way Barb's departure from this body was... painless, silent, and full of love and peace.