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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

Saturday, March 5, 2011

Happy Birthday (103rd) to Irving Fiske

On March 5, 1908, Irving Louis (Fishman) was born in Williamsburg, Brooklyn. At the time it was the most densely populated area of Brooklyn, and, I think, of New York City. Later on he would change his name to Fiske, which means fish in Swedish: an appropriate name for a Pisces.
His mother, he said, gave birth to him in a bathroom, in which she had somehow gotten stuck. Despite this rather anxious beginning, he was healthy and lived, the first of several children to do so. His mother, Rebecca Chazan Fishman, doted on him. She was a successful businesswoman with, among other ventures, a store, The Palace, in Williamsburg. People came from all over, I have been told, to have Rebecca wrap gifts for them because she was remarkably creative and artistic in this fashion.
His father, Louis Fishman, had been a traveling peddler in Georgia before coming to New York and settling down with Rebecca. He had an eye for a beautiful woman, a trait he passed on to his son.

Irving would be the first of four living children: Milton, Miriam, and Robert (Bobby) followed his birth.
Well, Irv, we miss you, though I know there is no such thing as presence nor absence, separation or joining. "All love through all infinity," he said in a note he left for us to find after his death (making it clear, in another note, that this was not a suicide note. "It's in case I exit naturally during sleep."
Happy birthday with all love always from Ladybelle. 

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