It's an old house, set in the woods, or actually a series of buildings, in the style of the old wood frame hunting lodges or rustic "camps" that people used to build for themselves in New England, back in the early part of the 20th century. Grandly called "The Residence," despite its rusticity, it has long been a place of multiple associations and emotions for me. Joy,
guilt, fear and wonder, as well as deep happiness and contentment never fail to surface for me in and around the house in Stockbridge. These are feelings that are connected to different eras: childhood, young adolescence, early adulthood, and even the recent past. I haven't been back for a few years, but this summer Teddy asked me if we wanted to go back, and told me the house would be free all during the month of July. The question is, if Geoff and I went back, would we go to the quarry?
Our quarry adventure happened a couple of years ago, on vacation. Someday, perhaps, we'll plan vacations without thinking too much about the cost. But then, as now, we still map vacations around the houses of friends, places where we can sleep and cook so we don't have to spend too much money on hotels and restaurants. Now at least we have a car, but back then we'd find
the cheapest rental car we could, and we'd be on our way.
