Mid 2016

May 2016 will be remembered as the date of publication (in the Genealogical Magazine of New Jersey) of my first genealogical article, co-authored with collaborator Chris Schopfer, about New Jersey founder William Sandford, who received in 1668 a crown grant of 30,000 acres in the area of New Jersey now called New Barbadoes Neck. Sandford was always referred to as an Englishman from Barbados, but no one had solved his parentage. Chris and I slogged through various pathways to find William Sandford baptised in Hamburg, Germany in 1637, the son of Thomas Sandford, a merchant adventurer. We are on schedule for part two of this saga, which should appear in the September issue of GMNJ.

In June we spent a fun day in Philadelphia, precisely on June 16, Bloomsday. We attended much of the annual reading of Joyce's Ulysses held outside the Rosenbach Museum and Library. Local opera singers rounded out the program by performing songs which appear in the book, including a thrilling rendition of "La Ci Darem La Mano."

This year in Gilmanton I found myself the featured poet at Bill Donahue's Scriven Arts Colony on

August 6, a reading in front of many old Gilmanton friends and family in the Donahue family barn. This was a very special place to read, a night to remember. The very next day I drove down to Chester, CT to meet with the formidable Chester Conference Group (we change our name at will...). We eight poets read at the Maple and Main Gallery in downtown Chester on Wednesday night August 10, where one of us, the incomparable Gray Jacobik, was also having a solo exhibit of her paintings.

Remember August 23, 2016 as the date my lovely condo at Long Hill Farm was finally sold!! No more for me the life of the landlord, biting my nails until the next repair might be needed. Lovely to own only one house at a time. I'm still waiting to drink the bottle of Brunello di Montalcino my realtor gave me to celebrate. It was rattling around in the trunk of my car as we were coming home from Gilmanton. Perhaps I'll wait til the eve of my departure on the next planned trip, which you will soon hear about in the forthcoming installment of this blog. It involves Swedish ancestors and...my sister, that's all you'll get from me at this point.

Beginning of 2016

View from top of Clock Tower

As usual we began the year with a visit to California, not without missing the only major snowstorm of the season (ca. 18 in. of snow locally just before we left). We started in Northern California, the first day I had lunch at Spalti's in Palo Alto (a private room in the back) with a huge group of retired librarian friends. We went to two splendid concerts in PA, one to hear Voices of Music at All Saints Episcopal church, and the other was Quicksilver at First Presbyterian. One day while Bill was playing bridge I drove to Half Moon Bay, sat huddled against some rocks out of the wind to observe brave souls on the beach. Somehow we fit in lunch with Holly and Town, coffee with Ethan, and dinner with the old poetry group at Bistro Vida in Menlo Park.

Bart's Books, Ojai

Then we joined Gil and Joan on the Coast Starlight, probably the first time I had taken this train since I was a young woman. Beautiful scenery from the observation car as we glided past Elkhorn Slough, the green hills above San Luis Obispo (including a great view of La Cuesta Grade), and finally along the ocean on our way to Santa Barbara. We were met by Roger and Fran, and the next day the six of us toured the city, lunch at State and Fig, and going up to the top of the Clock Tower for an amazing view. The next day we all drove to Meinert Oaks (part of Ojai) and had lunch at Farmer and the Cook Organic Market, sitting outside on their expansive patio. On to Ojai and Bart's Books, the World's Greatest Outdoor Bookstore (well, some of it is indoors, of course).

At Buster's

We drove down to Pasadena to stay with Mimi, and one day we had lunch with Kirk and Melinda at Lincoln bakery in a soon-to-be-upscale (?) neighborhood of Pasadena bordering on Altadena. They also showed us Arlington Gardens, a little-known free park with sitting areas under the trees. We had coffee with Kathleen at Jones Coffee, a favorite. A tradition also was attending Santa Anita, this time with Mimi and Kirk (Mimi had the best day, finishing on the plus side). Melinda joined us for dinner at Gale's. On our last day we had brunch with Ed and Gipsy, and Meredith Taylor from my SMHS class at the old Huntington Hotel (now the Langham).

Emerald Bay

Was it too much to ask to just do practically nothing at Janet's in Emerald Bay for three whole days? Weather was perfect. On the way to LAX we discovered a new lunch place in Long Beach called
Berlin.

In late February I took a very quick trip down to D.C. on the train so I could join Janet and Karen to see Elena and Marina perform in a local production of South Pacific. Their somersaults were highlights of the show. In March it was a treat to hear Bob Hass read at Princeton. Later that month I read with the Ragged Sky anthology poets (from the coffee and chocolate book Dark as a Hazel Eye) at the Mulberry branch library on the lower East Side. We had lunch at Tartine and then returned there after the reading for a snack with Jay and Maxine.

In April there were two Cool Women readings, one at the Franklin branch of the Somerset library, the second at the Hopewell branch in Pennington. Both were a lot of fun, especially the second one, which had a huge turnout even though it was raining, and I also performed as moderator for the first time. In the middle of that same week Kent and his family arrived in Princeton (Erika looking at colleges on the East Coast), and we had a very quick visit over lunch, and were also able to fit in a stop at our house on the way to Trenton Station.

Second Half of 2015

Lunch with Corinne at Hudson Eats

Whitehall Building

In early July we went to a great exhibit of Folk Music at the Museum of the City of New York (a few albums on display were ones I own), and then toured the new Whitney Museum. At the end of July our beloved Corinne came to visit us. She was game for everything. We went bicycling (twice!) and she joined me at the U.S. 1 workshop. She brought a poem that was critiqued with great reviews by my poetry friends. I took her on our special route to New York, via ferry from Jersey City. We walked along the Hudson River, went to the Museum of Jewish Heritage, then met Bill and ferried over to Staten Island, and later had dinner at Sant Ambroeus. The day she left I drove up to Chester, spent a week carousing with our very special group for its fifth year.

Drew Farm

Then on to Gilmanton, lots of croquet, swimming, a day at Ogunquit, Old Home Day, and a special visit with my old family friends Steve and Vicki, who have bought a home over in Gilford, such a coincidence! Bill and I started a new tradition by attending a concert at Castle Hill in Ipswich. In the afternoon we visited the John Whipple House and the Heard Mansion across the street. An added bonus, we drove to Smith Point at Manchester-by-the-Sea and found Alfred Perkins Rockwell's home (Bill's great-grandfather) and even spent a few moments on the beach nearby (which Bill remembered visiting as a boy). The next day I drove to the Florence Griswold Museum to participate in their Tour in Verse program, reading my poem "The Bass Have Vanished" after a painting "Hell Gate" by Michael John Boog.

Cool Women Poets

In September, as a new member of the Cool Women Poets, I performed with them at the Macculloch Hall Historical Museum in Morristown, and then later in October at the St. James A.M.E. Church in Hightstown.

In early October Bill and I took one of the Hackensack River cruises, this one down the Hackensack to where it meets the Passaic in Newark Bay. Earlier in the day we found William Carlos Williams' house in Rutherford. It was the day the firehouse was having some sort of anniversary and about hundred police car sirens and fire truck horns were blaring all at once.

In mid-October we joined the Chester group again, this time in Washington, D.C. where Anne's play "Hannah Alive" was being performed (in Silver Spring). We managed to squeeze in a workshop, visited with Karen and Fede and the girls, went to the Newseum and attended a concert at the Folger Library.

In late October Peggy and Bill, who were driving across America on an amazing trip, stopped to stay with us for a couple of days. We had a great walk along the canal, had dinner at the Blue Point Grill, and the next day Peggy especially loved Grounds for Sculpture. When they left, Audrey and David arrived. Of course, they wanted to go to Grounds for Sculpture too--by this time I can give anyone their own personal guided tour.

For my birthday we went to Carnegie Hall to hear the St. Lawrence Quartet, and stayed for the first time in an Air Bnb, this one was in an interesting Art Deco building on Exchange Place in lower Manhattan. For Bill's birthday we got to go to NY again, of course. We had brunch at Marco and Pepe's in Jersey City, then had dinner at Boqueria, and heard Artek at Immanuel Lutheran Church. A week later we had dinner with Carolyn and other friends and heard the Dryden Quartet at the Miller Chapel.

Full Moon Cafe in Lambertville

For Christmas Eve this year we did something different. We ferried to NY again, had dinner at Po in the Village, then saw Little Girl Blue (about Janis Joplin) at Lincoln Center theater, and spent the night at the Warwick. It was a beautiful sunny Christmas morning walking around midtown, then we came home to open presents. A few days later we had a special visit with Karen and the girls, took them to Jammin' Crepes, Jazam's toy store, and Labyrinth Books. The next day we spent in Lambertville, having lunch at the Full Moon, then Karen went off to NY and we had the girls all by ourselves. They were great fun to be with. The next morning we headed off to NY, met Karen, had lunch at the Urbanspace Vanderbilt Food Hall, and hung out at the New York Public Library and Bryant Park.

On January 2 we went to a ceremony dedicated to the soldiers who fought the Battle of Princeton (in 1777). And the day before was the Rose Bowl, these days watched by us on the television instead of in the stands. This year was especially nice, seeing the Stanford Cardinal, and Christian McCaffrey, have an almost perfect game, beating Iowa 45-16.

First Half of 2015

Posing in the Bradbury

We don't want to mention the winter. It was fairly endless. Quite a bit of snow and very cold. So what to do, we of course set out for California again, this time to the South only. Very nostalgic sleeping in Kirk and Melinda's house for the first and last time before it would be sold. Melinda joined us for the day when we visited the Wells Tile shop in Echo Park. Then Kirk joined us as we toured the Fine Arts Building and the Biltmore Hotel. Bill and I took a tour of the Tournament of Roses Wrigley home, and then we had a fine day at the races with Mimi. Roger, Fran, Gil and Joan joined us for an outing to the Bradbury Building and the Los Angeles Public Library. A last visit with Kirk and Melinda at Buster's, then we set off for Laguna Beach. Lunch with my cousins was a success, a long time since I had seen Terry, Katie and Sandy. Several more inches of snow awaited us when we arrived back in New Jersey.

Chaffinch Island, Guilford

Bill and I enjoyed auditing a class on the brain at Princeton, and I took a class about how art has been used in American history to "frame culture." A nice surprise was the appearance of one of my poems in the local glossy Princeton Magazine--as one of five featured poets we will be reading at the D & R Greenway in July. In May I attended a conference, "Poetry by the Sea," where I was part of a panel on "Poetry and Transportation" with Dolores Hayden and Patricia Valdata. My talk was entitled "Motion as Commotion in the Soul." I also participated in a seminar on ekphrastic poetry, and did a short presentation on Robert Hass' poem "Art and Life." The best part of the conference was its location in Madison, Connecticut, on Long Island Sound. Inspired by one of my fellow attendees (a Brit) I actually swam two of the days there, in water supposedly hovering around 54-degrees.

View of the cemetery from the Atheneum

In early June Bill and I flew to Boston for the Boston Early Music Festival. From Burning River Baroque at Emmanuel Church to Four and Twenty Lutes on the last day we enjoyed some great music. We went with Harry to the Nichols House Museum in Beacon Hill, then to a concert featuring Shira Kammen and women singers performing Hildegarde Bingen's chants woven into the work of a modern woman composer. Then that evening the three of us heard Monteverdi's opera "Ritorno di Ulisse," a fantastic production. We also heard a lecture on Handel, and another at the Atheneum on John Singer Sargent. Chris and Nancy joined us for dinner at a Puerto Rican restaurant. Now we just prepare for the rest of the summer, to Chester, to Gilmanton.

Summer into Fall

Dinner before the play overlooking the Hudson

What do I remember of mid-summer? Players from the Shakespeare on the Hudson striding in 17th century costumes towards us on the meadow between the theater and the river. Eleanor Roosevelt's home nearby. The Chester ferry. Huddling with my fellow poets at our now annual Chester Conference. Gilmanton, Loon Pond, always the same. Kayaking across the center of the lake.

Lighthouse near Mukilteo ferry landing

Before we knew it, fall had arrived. I volunteered for my 45th Stanford reunion as co-social-media-coordinator (Holly and I monitored the Facebook page!), and wrote a memorial poem for the class book. We decided to "add on" Seattle and Portland to our trip west for the reunion. Stayed with Cindy and Doug in Bellevue, got to see Corinne and walk the UW campus with her, stayed with Peggy and Bill in Portland. When we got to Palo Alto I discovered it was the night of our old poetry group's workshop, so I went to that, too. Holly had us Branner 3C corridor mates to her home for cocktails, and the dinner I arranged at Vaso Azzurro for Italy XIV went off splendidly.

Morristown Presbyterian Churchyard

Got back to Lawrenceville and soon my sister arrived! Lots of planning on my part to figure out just the route we should take--she appreciated how we avoided the major highways, stuck to the countryside. Lunch at the Bernards Inn, stops in the Mendham and Morristown churchyards the first afternoon, and dinner at the Madison Hotel where we stayed. The next day we found our great-great-great grandmother's tombstone in Fairfield, stopped in at the Van Ness house and the Sandford-Stager house (the latter is for sale!). Earlier in the day we went to Montville, saw two houses there (Hyler and Parlaman), both owned by our ancestors. Lunch in Montclair at the Red Eye Cafe. Found great-grandfather Fillmore's home on Roseland, across the street from the Robison house, both in good shape. All our relatives found in the Prospect Hill Cemetery (Fillmore, Ida and Everett, Stephen J. and Catherine, Charles S. Simonson and Emma Winans, Henry Winans and Mary Hotto, Ann Sanford and Isaac Simonson. Don't think I'm missing anyone. Couldn't find anyone at the First Presbyterian Churchyard, graves too hard to read, although our folks were listed in the books they had in the office. Mother's house looked great, the owner was just leaving or she would have shown us around again as she did for me a few years ago. Russell's house still there, and their father Charles' and the store with "Simonson 1909" in the brick. Also Fillmore's older home on Bloomfield, Everett Field, Overlook Cottage. Back home in traffic on the Garden State, but in time for dinner with Bill at the Blue Bottle in Hopewell.

Handel and Virginia Woolf

Berwick Church

Paula Modersohn-Becker Museum

Our early summer trip to England and Germany was delightful. Our themes were music, art, literature. We visited the homes of Handel (1 in London, 1 in Halle), Virginia Woolf, Vanessa Bell, Horace Walpole, Goethe (his home in town and his cottage in the park), Paula Modersohn-Becker, Heinrich Vogeler, Max Liebermann, and Bertolt Brecht. We went to lovely churches: Berwick church in Sussex (with paintings on the walls by Vanessa Bell and Duncan Grant), St. Martin-in-the-Fields (where we heard a noon concert), St. Peter and Paul in Weimar where Herder preached. We went to museums: The Brighton Museum, The National Portrait Gallery, The Foundling Museum, the Kunsthalle Bremen, the Paula Modersohn-Becker Museum, the Goethe Museum, the Duchess Anna Amalia Library, the Weimar City Museum, the Kunstmuseum Moritzburg Halle, the Alte Nationalgalerie in Berlin, the Wannsee Conference House. We strolled along the Downs above the chalk cliffs at Beachy Head in Sussex, we travelled by ferry overnight from Harwich to Hook of Holland, we took the old-fashioned Moor-Express train from Bremen to Worpswede, and we went on two river boat tours, one in Halle and one in Berlin. And then there were the concerts: at the Town Hall of Lewes, Jordi Savall at the Handel Festival in Halle, and the Akademie für Alte Musik in Berlin. And best of all we got to see my great-nephew Tyler in Berlin, where he is studying at

Humboldt University.

Happy New Year

View of NYC from top of Frick Library

In autumn we took some great short trips, really enjoyed Open House New York with tours of the Frick Library and City Center. A short visit to Drew Farm with its fall colors as we attended the burial of our friend Heather. We heard Fretwork perform at Corpus Christi Church on the upper West side in November. We went up to Buffalo for Thanksgiving, just enough snow there to make it pretty, made sentimental stops at Spot Coffee and Betty’s for lunch. Phil’s parents and most of his sisters and their families were able to come to Thanksgiving dinner at their house. And we were joined by Chris as well, who drove all the way down from Gilmanton to drive us to Buffalo!

In December we went up to Guilford to see friends at the Guilford Poets Guild reading and the Guilford Preservation Alliance Christmas party. On the way home we stopped in NYC to hear Dark Horse Consort at the Park Avenue Christian Church. Bill thought the duo of Robert Mealy and Julie Andrijeski (violins) playing Schmelzer’s “Pastorella” was an exquisite experience. A little snow before Christmas was just the beginning of winter…

Ah, then on Christmas we got on the train for DC to join Karen and her family for a few days. Family included new members Biscuit and Jazz (their new cats). On New Year’s Eve we attended the Lawrenceville annual bonfire, and threw lists of all the bad things that had happened in 2013 into the fire! A few days later it snowed in earnest. Followed by some low temperatures that seemed a little excessive. Time for our annual winter break in California.

In front of Batchelder House in Pasadena

And California was all we expected, lovely weather in Laguna Beach with my sister, and at the track (Santa Anita) with Mimi, touring the Arroyo with Fran and Roger. The only low point...was the level of the pond at the Arboretum in Arcadia, more pond scum than water. California is in a terrible drought. But onward, Melinda cooked us a lovely dinner, with salmon en croute (and S ♥ B on top!). One day Bill played bridge and I hung out at  the Los Angeles County Art Museum. At the end of our trip we went to San Diego and attended the 98th birthday party of our friend Janet Richards. Her three children were there, so it was nice to catch up with old friends. We especially liked visiting the new Central Library in downtown San Diego, a marvelous building, 8 stories high, with state-of-the-art features.

We came home via Baltimore (our original flight to Newark had been cancelled) and were greeted with lots more snow, then ice, then a power failure (mercifully only one full day). But the year has begun with some lovely surprises. A publication of my poem "Caryatids"online in Cider Press Review, two poems in California Quarterly, and then in the mail arrived the new issue of Off the Coast with three of my poems (two of them can be read using the link). A nice surprise was the title of the issue, “Ice Fishing,” which when I turned to the back cover I realized came from a line in one of my poems--and there was the quoted line and my name right there on the back!