I was under the weather yesterday, but managed to rally briefly for Ellen's memorial service before returning to bed. While I was napping, my neighbor Betty dropped off an Easter book by Tasha Tudor, the Vermont author and illustrator (A Time to Keep.) Coincidentally, or perhaps providentially, I had been reading an article about Tasha in MaryJanesFarm, a magazine another friend, Sharon, had dropped off earlier in the week because it had a good article on chickens. (Including a design for chicken diapers so you can have a house hen. Chip says no.) Anyway, in the article was this thought, from Tasha, who loved all things old-fashioned and who died a few years back at 94. After the funeral, and after being ill a day, I found it oddly comforting, and maybe you will too:
"Einstein said that time is like a river; it flows and bends. If we could only step back around the turns, we could travel in either direction. I'm sure it's possible. When I die, I'm going right back to the 1830s. I'm not even afraid of dying. I think it must be quite exciting."