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SUMMER/HIGH NOON 1968/1988 Bright days in danger of burning out |
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Ah, summer time. The warm sun awakens the little golden butterfly as I too emerge from the cocoon of childhood into early adulthood.
I was an indifferent college student because there was a whole world out there, beckoning my curious soul. I left college in Pennsylvania, returned to New Hampshire, married a hardworking, intelligent, and musical person. We moved to Portsmouth NH, fulfilling my old dream of living near the ocean.
My grandparents passed away, and we moved into their old home, Butterfield Farm, where we raised our two boys and numerous cats. We had lots of fun at the old farmhouse, sledding in the fields, playing in the brook, exploring the attic, and celebrating holidays with family and friends.
I sang with Monadnock Chorus, performed with Antrim Players, went on many road trips, and volunteered at school, the library, Cub Scouts, and Girl Scouts. I spent a lot of time sewing, reading and writing, determined to write the Great American Novel, or at least the Great American Short Story.
Sadly, I became disillusioned with my life. My restless nature wanted something more, although I didn’t know what. I made the hardest decision ever, leaving family and home in 1984. Some very difficult times followed. Fortunately I had wonderful friends who believed in me when I couldn’t believe in myself, and by 1988 I had begun to rejoin the living.
I was an indifferent college student because there was a whole world out there, beckoning my curious soul. I left college in Pennsylvania, returned to New Hampshire, married a hardworking, intelligent, and musical person. We moved to Portsmouth NH, fulfilling my old dream of living near the ocean.
My grandparents passed away, and we moved into their old home, Butterfield Farm, where we raised our two boys and numerous cats. We had lots of fun at the old farmhouse, sledding in the fields, playing in the brook, exploring the attic, and celebrating holidays with family and friends.
I sang with Monadnock Chorus, performed with Antrim Players, went on many road trips, and volunteered at school, the library, Cub Scouts, and Girl Scouts. I spent a lot of time sewing, reading and writing, determined to write the Great American Novel, or at least the Great American Short Story.
Sadly, I became disillusioned with my life. My restless nature wanted something more, although I didn’t know what. I made the hardest decision ever, leaving family and home in 1984. Some very difficult times followed. Fortunately I had wonderful friends who believed in me when I couldn’t believe in myself, and by 1988 I had begun to rejoin the living.
Construction Details:
This panel is one of four depicting the seasons at an imaginary cabin in the woods. The story is told in the central scene which I constructed and then tacked onto the background. Two rows of Folded Stars give way to woodlands in Pine Burr. Pink is my favorite color.
This panel is one of four depicting the seasons at an imaginary cabin in the woods. The story is told in the central scene which I constructed and then tacked onto the background. Two rows of Folded Stars give way to woodlands in Pine Burr. Pink is my favorite color.
Copyright Jane McLean, 2023