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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!
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"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, February 4, 2011

Remembering my brother, William

Born on Feb. 4, 1954 in Brooklyn, NY., William was a renaissance man par excellence. He was always amazingly good at math and science-- and fascinated by computers which were as big as entire rooms when we were little: he couldn't wait for them to become, as Irving predicted to him they'd be, the size of a suitcase (or smaller)!
He was a wonderful writer, photographer, and musician as well. He created Digitas, the first CD-ROM literary magazine (this format is now coming into its own).
So many remember hearing him play his flute and recorder in the beautiful high mountains of Vermont, or through the misty hanging beards of Spanish moss in Florida... we'd go swimming and have "diving contests" in the clear waters of Still Lake, Fla., where we partly grew up, in the Ocala National Forest.
I remember his birth. I was nervous, spending the night with my aunt Miriam, uncle Sid and their three boys in their very comfortable Long Island house-- which was actually nice. But then, the new baby!
He and I often had difficulties, but we relied on and loved each other. I hope to be able to scatter some of his ashes at his home at Quarry Hill soon. With love always from Barbara, Brion, Joya, and me, as well as many others-- I'm sure J, E and S, as well-- to William in the Infinite state. We came from the stars, we return to the stars. There has been joy. There will be joy again (as Alfred Bester says).
xxx Ladybelle

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