History of a Vermont Sheep Farm
Getting Started: You Can Farm Too!
A Flock of Your Own Icelandic Sheep
A Flock of Your Own Chickens
Growing Your Farm: How the Numbers Work
Dreaming Vermont: Relocating and Living in Vermont

Marrying late in life is something of a contact sport among the women in my family...

The all time record is held by my Great Aunt Louise who walked down the aisle in white at age 71 on the arm of her 89 year old father. With this example in front of him, my own father was keen to abdicate his responsibilities as father of the bride as soon as he was decently able.

When I turned 30, with no sign of impending matrimony on the visible horizon, my father sent me a note declaring he was no longer paying for a wedding.

Five years later the Internet appeared in Vermont. So long ago, my children, that few of you will remember that in its early days the 'net was little more than a fancy text chat room.

And so, in one of those chat rooms that Jessie Helms was ranting and raving about as being the cause of civilization's impending doom, I met a man who lived in California.  We exchanged emails over a few months, and then I got on a plane and flew out to meet him.

This is considerably less shocking today than it was at the time. At the time everyone I knew was convinced I'd lost what good sense I had and was headed off to a bloody end. Oddly enough, it was the World War II generation, the generation at the time with the least exposure and most suspicion of the web who immediately understood what I was and was perfectly comfortable with how I arrived there.

To them, I was nothing more, nor less, than a Letter Bride. The fact that the letters went electronically instead of through the post made no difference. I was simply the modern version of the WWII Letter Bride, and almost everyone who lived through the second world war knew someone, or of someone, who was a letter bride.

We married 4 days after I arrived in California.. and I sent my father (who had no idea I'd even left the state) an email saying "yo ho Pop, guess what? Got married."

My father sent one back: "No, you did not."

So we did it all over again, a Quaker ceremony hosted by the Congregationalists, in the big white Church my grandmother attended  all her life.The Piper who piped my grandmother out of this world piped our union in it, and my favorite picture from the wedding day is one of my father...

Writing a check to pay the piper.

My husband was a career navy corpsman attached to the United States Marine Corps (oorah).  Today he works in process development at Green Mountain Coffee Roasters, the folks who pioneered Fair Trade Coffees.  I design and develop websites for the lodging industry, small farms, and artisans.

We've both participated in the building of this site, and our writing styles are substantially different. You should have no problem telling who wrote what piece.





The Farm at Morrison Corner raises Icelandic Sheep on the last hill farm in Mansfield, VT.  Learn about Raising Icelandic Sheep, Raising Chickens, Moving to Vermont and Living in Vermont on this and our other sites.

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