This is a letter that May wrote to me when I was in the hospital with histoplasmosis. I probably caught it when I was tearing down an old chimney with the intention of rebuilding it on the farm. Birds had pooped for years in the old chimney leaving a lot of the fungus which causes histoplasmosis. May wrote that I was like "a giant pine that has fallen but with the help of my mother and father I would rise again." I love the imagery and recall that May's letter made me feel good in a very difficult time in my life. She continued by writing a lot of news from people on the farm. That reminds me of the way we used to talk: Tony is doing this, Otis is planning that, Keith just finished something else and so on. We were busy putting our community together.
Monday, July 13, 2009
May Long letter page 1
This is a letter that May wrote to me when I was in the hospital with histoplasmosis. I probably caught it when I was tearing down an old chimney with the intention of rebuilding it on the farm. Birds had pooped for years in the old chimney leaving a lot of the fungus which causes histoplasmosis. May wrote that I was like "a giant pine that has fallen but with the help of my mother and father I would rise again." I love the imagery and recall that May's letter made me feel good in a very difficult time in my life. She continued by writing a lot of news from people on the farm. That reminds me of the way we used to talk: Tony is doing this, Otis is planning that, Keith just finished something else and so on. We were busy putting our community together.
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