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My dearly departed dreamed of starting
over a new life in Irasburg, Vermont.
Jane was torn between two families
a thousand miles apart. She
shuttled back and forth between Yorkfield, Illinois and Auburn, New York.
She nursed and buried her brother, her father and mother.
The six year strain was hard on us all.
After her immediate family had all passed on, she went back to Ireland
to get her bearings and took us to Maine to see the ocean. |
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On the winding trek back from Maine she fell in love with the mountains
of Vermont. Now her mind
was set. She knew Karl was
becoming the man he is today, sitting
here with his new bride Kiersten, and she knew that I was
still so wrapped up in my career that I couldn’t share her dream.
A warning to all men here – don’t ever
stop loving your sweetheart’s dreams.
Because when she is ready she will find them with or without your
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You have seen how determined Jane was in the first
story and how she loved music in the next now mix
that with the smell of maple syrup, garage sale collections, the love
of cooking. Imagine all the households of her entire family
arriving in Irasburg as a village within this town.
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I
visited here on her birthday, Easter, thanksgiving, Christmas for
two years –but she never told
me about the projects she had done working with the good citizens of Irasburg.
All I knew is that she had helped me with several articles I finally
got published on the History of Persecution of Witches and a chronology
of history of slave revolts and a draft of a historical fiction on Pope
Joan’s daughter. It wasn’t
until I visited with you that I found out she also sprang surprises on the
local grocery owner, had garage sale friends, offered to give piano lessons,
and bandaged up a young man with a serious wound. The list
gets bigger with each phone call. |
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I was to see Jane on November 19th – she had another surprise
to tell me – here it is. She
had her wish come true – she was teaching children how to sing.
Jane, you had your second chance come true – I only wish that it
lasted longer. But even this
hardened heart broke when I was saw a 77 year old women scrubbing Jane’s
living room floor because she loved Jane’s random acts of kindness.
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