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Myv
North Haverhill NH
I am a writer, photographer and painter.
Interests: Stories
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Last week I was driving home from where I used to live in North Haverhill (on the west side of the White Mountains) when I encountered Mabel Frazer. She was walking alone along a country road. She looked so independent and great that I turned my car around and asked... Continue reading
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Brad has been, as usual, making wonderful creatures. Here he is, a few weeks ago. © Myfanwy Phillips 2017 Continue reading
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When I moved, I went through a lot of stuff, and I found these. I was perhaps eighteen years old when I painted them. Humpty Dumpty, and Peter and the Wolf! So,1963! © Myfanwy Phillips 2017. Watercolor on board. Continue reading
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After four years in North Haverhill, my landlords wanted their cabin back, so I moved - across the Kancamagus Highway to the other side of the White Mountains, to a different (but different in an essential way) small town, Center Conway. To another log house, although, this one not all... Continue reading
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"If you see a fork in the road, take it." Yogi Berra. Continue reading
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© Myfanwy Phillips, last week, and today, leftovers, Newbury VT, 2016 Continue reading
What if you slept And what if In your sleep You dreamed And what if In your dream You went to heaven And there plucked a strange and beautiful flower And what if When you awoke You had that flower in your hand Ah, what then? © Samuel Taylor Coleridge Continue reading
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© Myfanwy Phillips. Yesterday, Jefferson NH, 2016 Continue reading
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© Myfanwy Phillips, New Hampshire, October, 2016 Continue reading
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You see them on porches and on lawns down by the lakeside, usually arranged in pairs implying a couple who might sit there and look out at the water or the big shade trees. The trouble is that you never see anyone sitting in these forlorn chairs though at one... Continue reading
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Let's see. A couple of years ago I was walking through a field with my dog and we had a freak accident. I was thinking of taking a photograph of a tree. I had let Desmond go with his leash hanging, and as he (a big guy, Catahoula Leopard, a... Continue reading
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Pete is Dean's brother. He kept my car good in running order, that is, until it didn't run anymore. © Myfanwy Phillips 2012 Continue reading
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Dean Thompson (retired) re-did all the electrical heating elements in the cabin. Now, they work so well, but electricity is prohibitively expensive so I try not to use it. "Shop around," someone said to me. What? You know (you know, I know you know) that the New Hampshire Electric Co-op... Continue reading
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Chris and Rodney of Hood Plumbing came by right after I moved into the cabin and fixed the water pump. The pump is situated in a small bunker about fifty yards down from the cabin, right in the woods. You have to find a concrete lid buried beneath all the... Continue reading
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'Then' being when I moved into the cabin, and 'now' being when I leave. © Myfanwy Phillips 2012 and 2016 Continue reading
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When I moved into the cabin I needed wood for the stove. I found Rick Henson. Rick has since sold me the best wood every fall. He also introduced me to his mother, Lois, who is now my friend. Lois taught school in Woodsville for thirty-five years and now, retired,... Continue reading
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"My brother called. I talked about my garden and he told me the story of Dad wanting a specific rock that was up in the Minarets in the Sierras. Larry couldn't go, he was too young, but Dad took me in a flat-bed truck. Being the first born and similar... Continue reading
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Zach is good at almost everything he turns his hand to. He recently enlisted with the US Navy, but he had a tip (a tip) of a finger missing from an old accident. They missed that boat. Now, he's thinking about fighting forest fires. His grandmother Lois, says, and I... Continue reading
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My Aunt Pauline died in late February at ninety-nine years old. She had been born in Mussoorie, a hill station in British India in 1916. Here she is, with her brother (my father) at home. In those days it was usual for the children of colonial families to be sent... Continue reading
Myv is now following Rae Francoeur
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Myv is now following Rae Francoeur
Aug 6, 2016
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