Thanks for being a reader. The farm was in Crawford, county in Southwestern Wisconsin. Looking forward to reading the book you recommended. After trying self-sufficiency and getting cold in the winter, I moved to Madison, just to look for temporary work. Wherever I went, people said "Oh, you belong in Curriculum and Instruction" at the University. Finally I stopped there, they talked to me for a few minutes and said, "You belong here." I got my PhD without really meaning to. In this way I could lead a dual life on the farm and in the city. I talk about such adventures on my substack: wendysaul.substack.com. It's free.
I enjoyed this history of Danbury and will remember it when I pass the exit on I84. That farm you bought—I’d love to know more. Brought to mind a book I recently read by Joyce Maynard, Count the Ways. The main character in the book, a young single woman, also buys a farm. You might relate.
Every time I pass Danbury on Rt 84 I remember Ives and imagine I can hear the bands. I find him miraculous but not always so easy to listen to ....he was so far ahead of his time. (Maybe ours as well.). Thank you for your story.
Thanks, Jessica. My notion of history is so twisty turvy. Glad that didn't get in your way.
That concert with Leonard Bernstein and Michael Tilson thomas may ahve been the best concert of my life! I wonder if there is an recording of it.
Thanks for being a reader, Bernard and for sharing memories.
Thanks for being a reader. The farm was in Crawford, county in Southwestern Wisconsin. Looking forward to reading the book you recommended. After trying self-sufficiency and getting cold in the winter, I moved to Madison, just to look for temporary work. Wherever I went, people said "Oh, you belong in Curriculum and Instruction" at the University. Finally I stopped there, they talked to me for a few minutes and said, "You belong here." I got my PhD without really meaning to. In this way I could lead a dual life on the farm and in the city. I talk about such adventures on my substack: wendysaul.substack.com. It's free.
A nice piece of history
I enjoyed this history of Danbury and will remember it when I pass the exit on I84. That farm you bought—I’d love to know more. Brought to mind a book I recently read by Joyce Maynard, Count the Ways. The main character in the book, a young single woman, also buys a farm. You might relate.
Dear Wendy:
Every time I pass Danbury on Rt 84 I remember Ives and imagine I can hear the bands. I find him miraculous but not always so easy to listen to ....he was so far ahead of his time. (Maybe ours as well.). Thank you for your story.