> cool it was in summer . It all went swell playing chief in the wig
-wam until
> one of the girls parent showed up and took the tearful half naked
girl away
> threatening to call the cops and put the Kibosh on the party PY .
I met my wife, Radha, at the hippy comune in the Birkshire hills of
western Massachusettes, the town was North Leverett, but so sparcely
settled you wouldn't recognize much of a town center. The stoney farm
fields had been stingy to eight generations of old time Yankees, and the
Hippies were not having it any easier. There was yurt and teepee on the
edge of the upper field, and an old farmhouse and barn down by the road.
Between raising their organic vegitables and hemp, the Hippies had
pulled down half their 200 year old timber framed goat barn, trying to
repair it, but when it came time to put it all back together they were
stimied by the pegged mortise & tenon joints and it became apparent to
them that the timbers really were not tinker toys. I lived down the road
with the historic house restoration crew, which was busy restoring an
18th century farm house in Colrane. Well, it was getting into October
and even the Hippies knew the snow would be flying soon, so they came to
our crew for help and I got the assignment. Long story short: I carved
scrolls on the rafter tails one day when the hippies thought it was
raining too hard to work, I saved Radha's 18-month old son, JonKrishna,
from certian death when he was discoved crawling across a 10" beam 22'
off the ground; Radha and I held hands at the bonfire on Thanksgiving
Day which was lit to get rid of all the rotten timbers and celebrate the
completion of the goat barn reconstruction. The end of November I left
the restoration crew to set up my own woodworking shop on Cape Anne, the
little spit of land reaching out into the Atlantic on the easterly
waters of Massachusettes Bay, north of Boston. The day before Christmas
Radha and JonKrishna arrived on Cape Anne knocking at my door with
fourteen bushels of organic squash, carrots, turnips, rutabagas and
kolrabi. I though anyone ariving with a winter's larder would be worth
taking in. Radha worked with me as an appretice in the shop, but by
summer our relationship had become, shall we say, somewhat more
intimate. We've been together ever since.
John
by hammer and hand great works do stand
by pen and thought best words are wrought
John Leeke, American Preservationeer
Historic HomeWorks
26 Higgins St.
Portland, ME 04103
207 773-2306
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