This is the first in a series of posts about moving to Maine in August, 1982. These are excerpts from letters I wrote to my parents. I discovered a box full of them after my mother died.
"Hi, Mom and Dad,
Got your letter from WV.
They delivered five cords of wood yesterday. There's about a 1/2 cord in the basement that was left from last winter, but the woman who owns the house had already sold it to someone. I've moved most of that wood out so that I can start stacking our wood inside....I made haddock chowder. One of the trucks from Maine Shellfish passes by a farm on its route and picks up fresh natural milk so we're ordering a gallon per week. I pour off the cream for coffee."
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