Dears, I’m writing this on my iPhone on the train from D.C. To Raleigh. It’s gonna take me all 5 hours to pick the letters that tell the story of yesterday. David and I arrived at Dulles Airport from BTV at 11:30 am. Cousin Nancy Dunlap Bercaw, inspired by a recent dream, then drove us…
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Why History Matters
Dears, As per my last post, my cousin Nancy Bercaw and I are trying to find a way to swim in the Rivanna River at the old Bercaw farm (Rebelanna) in Palmyra, Virginia this Saturday. I have attempted to phone the Barbers who bought the farm from my grandmother Nancy and renamed it Barbersville. But…
Last Night’s Dream Wasn’t Mine
Dears, Get this: I was blow drying my hair this morning, after a lovely night’s rest and unremarkable dreams. Usually my dreams are nightmares. Big, crazy, intense, absurd, menacing and even metaphorical. In fact, the night before last, I dreamt that my father, who died of Alzheimer’s in 2012, was alive but had turned into…
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