|D'Ann and Sara at the Jan 13 opening at AVA in Lebanon.|
Tuesday, January 31, 2012
Thursday, January 26, 2012
Come join us this Saturday, January 28, for a "Pictures Into Words" writing workshop at the AVA Gallery in Lebanon, New Hampshire. Bring a photograph from your personal collection, something that tells a story or stirs a memory. The workshop is from 1 to 3 pm and costs $5 (yes, that's right: five dollars!). AVA is located just off the green in Lebanon's historic district, in the old Carter's overall factory.
Saturday, January 14, 2012
|Hello, Maggie: Margaret Egerton, poster girl.|
|AVA did a great job of hanging the show.|
|Portraits in Writing is in the middle gallery of three.|
|These women rock: From left, Bente Torjusen-West, executive director of AVA; Victoria, super-intern; Yours Truly; exhibition coordinator Margaret Jacobs.|
|D'Ann Fago and Charles Cooley.|
|David Ford, of the Main Street Museum in White River Junction.|
|D'Ann Fago and Sara Tucker.|
|Vision Quest IV, works by Ted Chafee, Steve Chase, and Gidon Staff.|
|Jake and Liz Guest (right) of Killdeer Farm in Norwich, VT.|
|D'Ann Fago and her daughter, Celie, at the AVA Gallery in Lebanon.|
Friday, January 13, 2012
Sloppy stuff is falling from the sky this morning, just in time for the opening of The Hale Street Gang: Portraits in Writing at AVA Art Center in Lebanon, NH, this evening. For those of you who won't make it to the party, you can listen to the Vermont Folklife Center's recordings of the writers reading from their work by calling 802-922-9259. The prompts for the various recordings are as follows:
Mary Jacobs reads from
A Day in the Life of a Country Nurse.
Charles Cooley reads from
The Summer Justin Tucker Broke His Leg.
Cookie Campbell reads from
Nancy Rice reads from
The Farm We Grew Up On.
Mary Hutchinson reads from
My Two Grandmas.
Sara Tucker reads from
the late Margaret Egerton’s
Building a Nest.
Loraine Chase reads from
Mother and Dad.
D’Ann Fago reads from
John Jackson reads from
Idora Tucker reads from
Cynthia Jackson reads from
The Night the Bed Fell In.
Ruth Demarest-Godfrey reads from
The Teacher Who Would.
Saturday, January 7, 2012
By D'Ann Fago
I once wrote an article for the Herald—
That would be the Randolph Herald—
About a family of housepainters.
Whatever needed a slap of paint
Got it from the Maynard Brothers.
It wasn't a bad story, if I do say so myself.
After it was published, I got a note
From Mr. A.M. Rosenthal of the Times.
That would be the New York Times.
Apparently he'd been visiting New England,
Because he said he'd read the article
As he was just passing through.
I kinda liked the sound of that: "just passing through."
It was a very nice note.
So I wrote him back:
Dear Mr. Rosenthal,
I just came in from squirrel hunting,
Had a bag of squirrels over my shoulder,
And there was your note.
So I dropped the gun, hit the dog . . .
Et cetera. I was quite pleased with myself.
I showed the letter, and my reply, to my son John.
He was a freshman at Wesleyan at the time
And very aware of new horizons—
His, that is, through me.
And he said, "You can't send that."
So I rewrote the letter and proposed some story ideas.
I think I mentioned some commission or other at the State House
That had just accepted women—it was kind of a big deal.
I then sent this very formal pitch letter to Mr. A.M. Rosenthal and waited.
Eventually, a reply came: "Thank you, Mrs. Fago, but we have stringers for that."
And that was the end of my acquaintance with the New York Times.
It’s my favorite story about not listening to your kids.
Last week, I finally got up the nerve to write to Mr. Rosenthal again,
I was disappointed to learn he's been dead for the past five years.