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Down back again
The editor’s February column, so beautifully and evocatively written, reminds me of a weekly paper I wrote for English class in my final year at Phillips Exeter Academy, a New Hampshire boarding school, 71 years ago. Entitled Down Back, it related our rambles on the hillside behind our homes leading down to a small ‘crick’, as we rural young ’uns said it. When other activities paled, one of us would say, “Let’s go down back!”
Swinging out on wild grapevines, cooking eggs and bacon over a fire, watching limestone rocks bounce down the hill, building huts of hewn tree branches, catching and scratching poison ivy, what fun we had. We saw grey squirrels, rabbits, tortoises, black snakes, song birds; wild flowers and…
