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Emma 020201
Feb 2,2001
People have been urging me to write this email ever since I
said I would a week or so ago, so now I will. It is, hopefully, the dawning of a
new program to have each member
write a group email during their week. But I'm not going to write about anything
that's happened if I can help it.
For a while now we've been thinking a lot about going home and how we'll
feel when we do. Of course it will be a very big happening and I'm not at all
sure how I'll like it. There will be a hundred choices to make, from choosing a
town to choosing furniture (although if you think about it choosing furniture
isn't such a trifling little thing), and the house part I certainly don't look
forward to. And when that's over and done with there will be school, recreation,
the enormity of not being cruisers anymore and making new acquaintances. It will
be interesting.
Recently we met up with friends of Mary (Dad's stepmother)--Cornelia and
Charles Brewer. They're rebuilding an old stone ruin which is part of a large
area of such things, Moonhole. The theme seems to be primitive, open dwellings
that have a lot of whalebone incorporated as stools, counter frames, and merely
decoration. This comes from the two whales Bequians are allowed per year, which
they eat the meat of, dump the bones in the water for fish to gnaw at and then
drag them up again to use as the Moonhole bones are. The ruin was an odd mixture
of tunnel-like areas, normal rooms (except a lot of them are partially
wall-less), and courtyard. Plenty of it is open hardwood framework. We saw a
completed dwelling, which had a very interesting, explorable quality. Even there
the bathroom was open, looking out onto the ocean, and a tree grew through the
bedroom.
Well, enough for now, Emma
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