Second chance
		Now we leap in time to the dream of Irasburg.   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.
		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 support.
		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.
		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.
		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.