Quarry Hill Creative Center, Vermont's hip refuge for the unusual and artistic-- founded 1946 by Irving and Barbara Fiske, writer for the WPA/poet/playwright/freelance writer, and cartoonist/artist/painter/visionary. Read our Blog and write to us! Your comments always welcome...
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Wednesday, February 16, 2011
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Tuesday, February 15, 2011
If you'd like to visit Quarry Hill--
Nearby view, North Hollow, Rochester, VT. (By Ladybelle, Oct. 2010)
If you would like to spend some time here this year, visiting, skiing perhaps)if you come now the skiing's great!)-- or in the summer, when Quarry Hill is beautiful and sunlit with flowers all around and the organic garden (shared, not a giant proposition) bearing zuchini and tomatoes-- and the nearby river ready for a swim-- and the mountains ready to be climbed-- let us know, please!
We have several houses built in the 70s and 80s for rent; rooms in the common house, one with a king-size bed and a large and comfortable feel; and houses for sale by the previous owners with long-term leases for the land (through the family corporation); also the leases are renewable, so that it can be a permanent place to live.
We're eager to meet new people and have them help us continue, build and change this way of life that has been unique in the world of communities and nothing like the conventional world-- though it is a lot more quiet here today than in the Sixties and Seventies. Once a year we have a one week festival throughout "Lughnasa" (Aug. 3 or so)-- which started out as a birthday party for my daughter, Joya, and now is a hip destination for a special party, with camping, costumes, dancing, and pancake breakfasts for those who dance all night. If you plan to come, let us know and please bring money for food, a sleeping bag and a tent if you can, no pets if possible, and no drugs, illegal objects or substances, or guns.
We look forward to seeing you! Visit us-- for a free night or two-- and then for very low charges or a work exchange. Our rents are unbelievably low, and our ambiance is peaceful, non-intrusive, and accepting of the individual human spirit.
Our two iron-clad rules: No hitting the kids (or yelling at them), and no killing animals or fishing on the place. We used to have a rule "no dishes in the sink," my father's special point of loathing. This is still in effect in the common building (the Farmhouse), and most people like to try to keep their sinks clean,but it's not a rule in people's personal dwellings.
Come visit! Vermont is one of the most beautiful places in the world. Who knows-- you, like many others, may end up staying for years. Or for just a short time. Some still visit from all over the world each year.
Welcome!
Get in touch by leaving a post or comment here, or e mailing ladybellefiske@gmail.com.
The address here: Quarry Hill, PO Box 379, Rochester, VT 05767.
Thanks and hope to see you!
Ladybelle Fiske (McFarlin)
Friday, January 14, 2011
January...
The middle of January already. Only two and a half? More months till signs of spring.
When syrup making begins and snowdrops come up through the earth, I know I've come through one more winter at Quarry Hill.
In days of yore, we would spend our winters at our cabin(s) on a lake in the National Forest in Florida, swimming and watching the beautiful sunsets. But now, work and various duties keep us here. I hope one day to be able to return to our lake in the woods in the winter, and swim on the beaches of my second home state.
Irving, before he died in 1990, dreamed of being at the ocean and, as he said to me, "There I was, at the ocean." (Barbara says he dreamed of looking back and seeing his footprints in the sand, and thought that it was a dream of approaching death... but not such a bad one, I think. "Footprints in the sands of time..." A poem he knew well, may have been in his subconscious at that time. (We dream of water, the ocean, when we draw near to the end of life, if we are conscious and transcendent people like my parents. Brion says it's the amniotic fluid before birth-- who knows?)
Barbara too just said she had had a dream of swimming in delicious shallow water in the ocean. I said, "Maybe you can go to the ocean next summer." She said, "But I don't want to go without you."
If she can make it, I'll try to get her to the ocean-- but I'm afraid her body might find the long trip difficult. I wonder if she would enjoy swimming in a swimming pool?
She is 91... (But still drawing beautifully)...
When syrup making begins and snowdrops come up through the earth, I know I've come through one more winter at Quarry Hill.
In days of yore, we would spend our winters at our cabin(s) on a lake in the National Forest in Florida, swimming and watching the beautiful sunsets. But now, work and various duties keep us here. I hope one day to be able to return to our lake in the woods in the winter, and swim on the beaches of my second home state.
Irving, before he died in 1990, dreamed of being at the ocean and, as he said to me, "There I was, at the ocean." (Barbara says he dreamed of looking back and seeing his footprints in the sand, and thought that it was a dream of approaching death... but not such a bad one, I think. "Footprints in the sands of time..." A poem he knew well, may have been in his subconscious at that time. (We dream of water, the ocean, when we draw near to the end of life, if we are conscious and transcendent people like my parents. Brion says it's the amniotic fluid before birth-- who knows?)
Barbara too just said she had had a dream of swimming in delicious shallow water in the ocean. I said, "Maybe you can go to the ocean next summer." She said, "But I don't want to go without you."
If she can make it, I'll try to get her to the ocean-- but I'm afraid her body might find the long trip difficult. I wonder if she would enjoy swimming in a swimming pool?
She is 91... (But still drawing beautifully)...
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