Views of the Home of LH and Alma Rivard

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The house in all the photos is the house of LH and Alma Rivard, their second house.  It was across the street from St. Ann’s church, with three lots facing the street, and 11 acres stretching out behind.  It had a large garden area out back, separate barn for about 3-4 cows, a chicken coop, and a large apple orchard further back with about 8 very productive trees of different varieties.  The lots on either side were vacant, until LH built the new house about 1952 on the lot to the right, after his lakeshore property development “Rivard Park” near Lake Wapogasset (Amery) had put him back on a solid financial footing (he sold out the 53 platted lakeshore lots). 

All five children of Alma Laurin Rivard lived in this house, and became young adults in this house, but Raymond remembered living in their house next to the blacksmith shop, so none was born in this house. JLR

 

What’s the point?

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We think the point is to pass the test or overcome the problem, but the truth is that things don’t really get solved. They come together and they fall apart. Then they come together again and fall apart again. It’s just like that. The healing comes from letting there be room for all of this to happen: room for grief, for relief, for joy.

Pema Chödrön

Images from Home

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The seasons converge in Autumn; Winter, Spring, Summer and Fall. September, October, November and December come together. Snow, sunshine, birth and death happen. The wind blows, or doesn’t blow, and what we know for sure is that which we don’t know, in the face of uncertainty. We feel sadness, happiness, hope and despair. One is irrelevant, without the other.

Hallowe’en

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On Hallowe’en the old ghosts come

About us, and they speak to some;

To others they are dumb.

 

They haunt the hearts that love them best;

In some they are by grief possessed,

In other hearts they rest.

 

They have a knowledge they would tell;

To some of us it is a knell,

To some a miracle.

 

They come unseen, they go unseen;

And some will never know they’ve been,

And some know all they mean.

 

“The New Book of Days” by Eleanor Farjeon

Sensitivity

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“Anybody can look at a pretty girl and see a pretty girl. An artist can look at a pretty girl and see the old woman she will become. A better artist can look at an old woman and see the pretty girl that she used to be. But a great artist-a master-and that is what Auguste Rodin was-can look at an old woman, protray her exactly as she is…and force the viewer to see the pretty girl she used to be…and more than that, he can make anyone with the sensitivity of an armadillo, or even you, see that this lovely young girl is still alive, not old and ugly at all, but simply prisoned inside her ruined body. He can make you feel the quiet, endless tragedy that there was never a girl born who ever grew older than eighteen in her heart…no matter what the merciless hours have done to her.”
― Robert Heinlein

The Wine Month

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The Saxons called October Wyn-Monath, or Wine Month.

Ancient Germans called October, Winter fyleth 

In honor of the full moon.  

In 2020 the golden colors of the Wine Month

leave me feeling drunk.

In my stupor I dream of snowy days

And white snowflakes tumbling down from the sky.

New England Aster in October

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On the trail flowers and ferns testify to the delicate balance of nature throughout the seasons. A wild flower may appear along the path by itself, or you might find it flourishing in bunches. The lone flower may not return the next year, allowing only one chance to appreciate it in the moment.

In the photo you will see a New England Aster. Its deep purple color stands out against the reds and browns of the October landscape.