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You are never too old to enjoy a tasty hamburger, so the residents at Burnside Community Care are pleased to be joining in on the Burger Love celebration and entertaining their guest Hon. Wayne Easter. Chef G.V. created a classic style burger featuring local hamburger from MacPhee’s Meats in Clyde River topped with generous amounts of sautéed onions, mushrooms, bacon, and cheddar cheese. A chicken wing tops off the bun and a cucumber and carrot sculpted into a flower and leaf motif decorates the plate. Owner Alan MacPhee says, “The residents are having fun with the occasion. A delicious burger is great to enjoy at any age.” They wrapped up the meal with Burger Love trivia along with some fun prizes.

Editor’s Note: I had the opportunity to enjoy a Burnside Burger and it was as tasty as it looks.

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Lawson Drake of Meadow Bank will receive the 2016 mentor award of the Rotary Club of Charlottetown Royalty during a ceremony Dec. 7 in Charlottetown.

Lawson Drake will receive the 2016 mentor award of the Rotary Club of Charlottetown Royalty.

(Article appeared in The Guardian. Reprinted with permission.)

The Meadow Bank resident will be recognized on Dec. 7, 7:00 p.m., during a dinner in his honour at the Delta Prince Edward Hotel in Charlottetown. It will begin with a reception at 6:30 p.m.

For more information, contact Walter MacKinnon at 902-566-2982. The deadline for purchasing tickets is Friday, Dec. 2.

Drake is a worthy recipient of the award, a news release states.

“He has been a superb teacher and motivator of young people. He has been a church elder and served his community in other ways as an author, historian and conservationist. He has also been an avid supporter of genealogy and traditional Scottish fiddle music.”

However, the focus of this award is his teaching and administrative roles at the University of Prince Edward Island.

Drake was a biology professor at Prince of Wales College when it went from being a two-year college program to a four-year degree-granting program. The small university turned out its first and only degree class in 1969.

Drake was selected as the first chairman of the UPEI biology department and undertook the huge job of melding students and faculty from Prince of Wales and St. Dunstan’s University into one unit and helping to blend the two sets of courses into one curriculum. He remained as chairman during those first critical seven years of the new university.

“During this time, Lawson was not only a mentor to the many students he taught, he acted as a mentor to the faculty and brought them together as a team,” the release states.

He later became dean of science and chaired the transition committee leading to the creation of the School of Nursing at UPEI. Drake was also a staunch supporter of the Atlantic Veterinary College and helped mentor the founding faculty. He was recognized as one of the Founders of UPEI and received the Queens Diamond Jubilee Medal.

Both Lawson and his wife Eileen served as mentors for their children, John and Carolyn, who are pursuing their successful careers on Prince Edward Island.

Editor’s Note: On behalf of the Community of Clyde River, we offer our congratulations to a well-deserved recipient. Lawson is a great supporter of historical activities and events in Clyde River. We have tapped into his vast knowledge a number of times.

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Hilda Beer

Hilda Beer attending Landscape of Memories book launch at Riverview Community Centre

In writing memorials for our community website, one knows it is only a matter of time before you must write one for a dear family member. Emily Bryant had kindly prepared the lovely tribute to my mother back in 2012. The other challenge for me now is to write a piece on someone who would not want me to be too showy in my praise.

When I reflect back on a woman I have known my entire life, who I grew up next to and who was my second mother, it is difficult to narrow down the many wonderful memories and qualities that I cherish. She represents a generation that is all but gone from our lives. The Murray Diaries written by Hilda’s grandmother offer insight into what built this generation of strong and steady folks, not easily knocked down by events or influenced by trends. They knew where they came from and their values, they knew their relations from near and far and they abided by their faith at all times. They were born at the end of The Great War and lived through The Depression and World War II. They were there for each other during times of celebration and times of sorrow. They saw unprecedented growth in technology and medical advances but never lost sight of the difference between a need and a want. They considered life to be a precious gift.

Aunt Hilda’s mother Katherine lived until she was 100 years old, having descended from strong MacDonald genes, the same as my mother and their long-living cousins. Hilda’s father, Wallace Murray, died when she was nine years old. I had the honour of transcribing 5 of the 15 years of Murray diaries (1911-1926) that recounted her father’s daily life which she joyfully read. I still recall the time she came over to scan and enlarge a small family photo when she had a chance to see the face of her father and she kept it framed in her bedroom from then on.

Aunt Hilda was my mother’s first cousin, their mothers, Katie and Janie, were sisters. The two families were very close. They lived directly across from each other, one on the Clyde River side and the other on the Meadowbank side of the river, and as kids, they would run down to the bottom of the fields to talk across the water. As young women, they married brothers Arnold and John Beer, so we children, Blois, Doreen and I, were double relations and neighbours to their children Donna and Fred. Cousins and sisters-in-law Hilda and Hazel enjoyed working and raising their families on a farm, were members of Burnside Presbyterian Church, participated in the Missionary Society and were life members of the Clyde River Women’s Institute.

The W.I. ladies remember Hilda as a dedicated, graceful and humble worker – beautiful inside and out. She was true to the Mary Stewart Collect. She preferred to be in the background, but her quiet strength was a great source of wisdom. She was a wonderful baker and took pride in the presentation of food and arranging things to look nice. Audrey MacPhee recalls Hilda then in her 90s arriving at the Centre with her basket over her arm which held goodies for the Strawberry Social, even though it wasn’t expected, and her saying “Oh, it’s not much”. Also, in her 90s, she came both days to the Apple Pie Festival and “crimped to perfection” dozens and dozens of pies, all the while enjoying the camaraderie of other community volunteers and instructing young helpers.

Hilda believed in living a healthy lifestyle. She ate organic vegetables from her own garden before it was popular to do so and walked every day that she could. She and Uncle Arnold only retired from farming in their early 70s but continued a regimen of daily walks to the back fields of their property. They graciously hosted many visiting Beer, Darrach, and Murray relatives; church guests; and family gatherings at their home. After Uncle Arnold’s passing in 2001, she spent winters in Charlottetown but enjoyed summer retreats back at her country homestead. We enjoyed visiting her there and she always had delicious cookies. She was blessed with great health up until a year ago when she developed Fibrosis which compromised her breathing. Her mind and memory were intact. She was a valuable resource on Clyde River history projects and attended many of the historical lectures and events along with her daughter Donna.

Hilda was proud of her family – Donna (Glydon) and Fred (Jeannie), her grandchildren Joelle (José), Jason and Jeff (Mariska), and she was especially blessed to live long enough to see her great-grandchildren Jonas, Jorgia, Henry and Matilda. Each one of her family has a knitted afghan that she lovingly made for them over long Island winters.

Aunt Hilda was part of a generation of solid folks that offer great examples of how to live life well.

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At Convocation on May 7, 2016, the University of Prince Edward Island recognized Katherine (Livingston) Bick’s notable contributions to an understanding of Alzheimer’s Disease and related dementias by conferring on her the degree of Doctor of Laws honoris causa (Ll. D.).

Dr. Bick is shown in the left photo receiving her degree from president and vice-chancellor, Dr. Alaa Abd-El-Aziz and university chancellor, Dr. Don MacDougall.

The photo on the right features Dr. Abd-El-Aziz, Dr. MacDougall, Elizabeth Osborne (Katherine’s cousin), Dr. Katherine Bick and Anne Murray (Orville Murray’s daughter/Katherine’s cousin).

On behalf of of the Community, we congratulate you, Katherine, on this well deserved honour. We are all very proud of you and we join you in this celebration.

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Katherine Bick

Dr. Katherine (Livingstone) Bick

Dr. Alaa Abd-El-Aziz, President and Vice-Chancellor of the University of the Prince Edward Island, has announced that Dr. Katherine Bick will be one of three leaders in their respective health-related fields who will be awarded honorary Doctor of Laws degrees at Convocation ceremonies on May 7. Her featured bio follows:

Dr. Katherine L. Bick

Born in Clyde River, PEI, Dr. Katherine L. Bick is a leader in Alzheimer research and policy, and credited with being a key part of the awakening of the public’s consciousness about this neurodegenerative disease. During her illustrious career, she carried out research on other diseases of the brain including multiple sclerosis, Huntington’s, and Parkinson’s.

Dr. Bick graduated from Prince of Wales College in 1949, and received her Bachelor of Science (Honours) in Biology from Acadia University in 1951, Masters in 1952, and earned her PhD from Brown University in 1957. She held research positions at the University of Western Ontario and UCLA School of Medicine, and academic positions at California State University (Northridge) and Georgetown University. In 1976, Dr. Bick joined the National Institute of Neurological Disorders and Stroke in Washington, DC and later served as Deputy Director for Extramural Research at the National Institutes of Health until 1990. Dr. Bick received an honorary degree in science from Acadia University in 1990.

Dr. Bick continued to work on epidemiological studies of dementia in Italy and the United States on behalf of the World Health Organization, and then became a consultant to several foundations.

Full press release here

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Editor’s Introduction: We are pleased to feature an article from guest writer Peter Rukavina. Many will know Peter from his very popular blog www.ruk.ca. He was also recently our guest along with his son Oliver and Oliver’s dog Ethan at the presentation, The History of Clow’s Store. You may not be as aware of his work with Yankee Publishing’s The Old Farmer’s Almanac.

In Clyde River, the “Farmer’s Almanac” as we call it has shared an important place in our farming history and continues to across Prince Edward Island. Many times around a kitchen table as a child, I would hear farmers talking about what the Farmer’s Almanac was predicting in terms of weather for the coming season with almost as much reverence as to the gospel the minister had preached on the past Sunday. Inevitably, there would be some reference to the behaviour of animals in weather predictions. I thought there must be some very wise people living in New England, because other sources could not seem to achieve the same level of accuracy in their predictions or fully garner these farmers’ respect.

I am pleased to find out that we have an Island contribution to this highly respected publication. Thank you, Peter, for sharing your story with us and for offering a glimpse into the history of this fine publication and the dedicated team behind it. On behalf of our community, our farmers and gardeners, we thank you all for your great work.

My Time with The Old Farmer’s Almanac

I’ve spent every workday for the past 20 years deep inside the heart of a publication that was founded during George Washington’s first term as U.S. President.

That publication is The Old Farmer’s Almanac, first published in 1792 and every single year since, without exception – making it North America’s oldest continuously published periodical.

Since 1939 The Old Farmer’s Almanac has been owned by Yankee Publishing, based in the tiny village of Dublin, New Hampshire. While Dublin is, technically, my “workplace,” I do my work from a desk in downtown Charlottetown, collaborating remotely with a team of designers and editors in New Hampshire to make Almanac.com, the web version of the publication. While I missed the founding of the Almanac by 174 years, I was there for the birth of Almanac.com, and have helped nurture it along ever since.

As you might imagine, it takes an interesting cast of characters to make a publication as storied as The Old Farmer’s Almanac, and beyond the technical challenges of keeping one of the continent’s busiest websites humming (with almost 50 million visitors in 2015), my work remains interesting because of those people and the ramshackle collection of buildings they call their working home.

Yankee Publishig - 4Yankee Publishing is right in the middle of Dublin, population 1,597. You can see Yankee yourself, 24 hours a day, 7 days a week, on the Almanac Webcam, online at almanac.com/webcam. Right across the road is Dublin Town Hall; up the hill in the other direction is the Dublin School, a private prep school founded in 1935, the same year as Yankee. Down the road a bit is the Dublin General Store – an excellent place to pick up a sandwich for lunch – and up the road and around a bend or two is Dublin Lake, surrounded by the homes of summer residents from across New England.

Yankee’s headquarters have evolved over the years as the company has grown, and as you walk the hallways you pass through various buildings that have been joined together, from an old house at the front – I’ve been in the basement and seen its ancient foundation – through more modern additions as you walk back through the company’s offices.

Yankee Publishig - 1On the northeast corner of the main building – named the Sagendorph Building for Robb Sagendorph, the company’s founder – is a chalk board inscribed “This Bulletin Board is owned and maintained by YANKEE for the benefit of the citizens of DUBLIN.” On the board you’ll find notices about deaths in the village, about church suppers, and about the annual community gathering down the hill at Yankee Field.

While I’ve been a “telecommuter” to Yankee for 20 years, an important part of my relationship with the company has been travel to Dublin three or four times a year, something I’ve been doing since the very beginning. Telecommuting is great, and with tools like email and Skype, it’s almost like “being there.” But you can’t have lunch over Skype, and it’s hard to get to know people by email. So my regular visits are an important way of connecting us.

Yankee Publishig - 2One of the characteristics of the company is the strong “Yankee” sense of self-reliance: if there’s a need for a desk or table in an office, the Yankee sensibility is to find someone to build a desk or a table. The idea of simply ordering one from a catalogue isn’t in the Yankee DNA. That makes for a lot of wonderful desks and tables that will last lifetimes. True to form, my part-time office, in the “crow’s nest” on the third floor, has a hand-built table that’s built like a tank. And contrasting the modern computer and monitor on the table is a room filled with everything from a decades-old barometer to a wreath of unknown origin that’s been hanging on the wall for as long as I’ve been there.

One of the highlights of my early days working on the Almanac was the chance to work with the late John Pierce, the Almanac’s Group Publisher. John died suddenly and unexpectedly eight years ago; his death was a huge loss for his family, for me, and for the enterprise. In a blog post about John at the time, titled My Friend the Poet Biologist, I wrote, in part:

More than anyone else John understood how important the sheer improbability of Yankee is to the success of the enterprise. He was able to simultaneously understand that it made no sense at all to run a national publication with a circulation of 4 million from a rambling campus of cobbled-together old buildings in rural New Hampshire and also to celebrate that very fact as being integral to the spirit of the place.

While more a polymath than an eccentric himself, John certainly appreciated the eccentricities of others (a good quality to have working at Yankee, of necessity a company made up almost entirely of eccentrics — how else do you find staff equally skilled in begonia planting schedules and the position of the Moon in the astrological zodiac?).

That spirit of eccentric improbability, one that John understood so well, oozes from the walls of Yankee: the editors and designers that toil diligently over each year’s edition of The Old Farmer’s Almanac take the charge of its founder, Robert B. Thomas, to be “useful with a pleasant degree of humour” very seriously. And they are the perfect lot for this task: the editors know more about the sun, the Moon and the stars, about the weather and how to predict it, about cooking and gardening, about the best time to wean a calf and the best day to cut your hair, than you can possibly imagine; the designers are well-versed in using modern technology while, at the same time, preserving the visual spirit of the Almanac. They are a fascinating group of people to work with.

The beating heart of the Almanac itself can be found on the second floor of the Sagendorph Building in the library around which the editors’ offices are arranged. On the shelves of that library are a complete set of editions of The Old Farmer’s Almanac back to 1792, there for both practical reference, for inspiration, and to reinforce the duty we all have to the publication’s history.

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One summer night last July, after everyone else had gone home, I went down to the library and pulled the bound volumes off the shelf. What things to hold: hand set in metal type, printed on a letterpress, and, in 1792, yet to gain the “Old” in the title for another 56 years.

But yet at the same time as being relics of the past, these early editions bear many similarities to the Almanac that I spend my working life helping to craft: they are, indeed, “useful with a pleasant degree of humour”; and in their pages you’ll find the same guide to the rhythms that you’ll find in the pages – digital and printed – of today’s editions.

If you do the math you’ll realize that 2017 minus 1792 is 225 and so next year’s edition of The Old Farmer’s Almanac will be the 225th. To mark this occasion there’s much work happening now to refresh the pages – on a visit to Dublin in February I saw some of this work, and it is stunning. When you see the 2017 Almanac on the newsstand this fall – it goes on sale in early September – it will look like the book you remember, yes, but with a renewed sense of its past. I’m looking forward to it.

It may seem an unusual thing to work for a centuries-old publication from 630 miles away and in another country. But you don’t get to be 225 years old without knowing how to evolve with the times, and, after two decades of working with The Old Farmer’s Almanac from here in Prince Edward Island, it seems like the most natural thing in the world to me.

One of the tools I built early-on in the development of Almanac.com was a tide predictions calculator – you can see it online at almanac.com/astronomy/tides. As part of testing the tool, I pulled a reproduction of a 100-year-old edition off my shelf – reproductions of the 100 and 200 year-old editions are issued each year – and compared the tides for Boston, MA listed there with the tides that the new online tool reported. They were accurate to within a minute of each other, reinforcing that while so much of life is unpredictable and topsy-turvy, the cycles of the natural world have an unceasing rhythm to them: making those rhythms more accessible and more obvious is a pleasant, fulfilling task, and one I hope to keep at for years to come.

If you happen to be passing through Dublin, NH – it’s on Route 101 between Nashua and Keene – be sure to stop in and say hello. Give a knock on the front door and Linda, the unceasingly helpful and pleasant receptionist, will welcome you in, and you’ll be able to pick up a copy of the latest Almanac, get updated on the weather, and get a sense, in a small way, of the joys I’ve experienced having Robert B. Thomas’s yearly guide at the centre of my work life. 

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IMG_0635As part of the Capturing Collective Memories from Seniors Project, we have reconnected with folks who grew up in Clyde River and now live in other parts of Canada and the US. One of those is Katherine Livingstone Bick who attended Clyde River School from 1939-46 and went on to become a scientist working in the area of Alzheimer’s disease, even before it was recognized as a disease. Intrigued by her journey from her humble beginnings in a one-room school, I asked if she would share her story.

Katherine Bick, Ph.D.

My father was Spurgeon Arthur Livingstone (1989-1947), the eldest child of Archibald D. and Elizabeth Stewart. Grandpa Archie (1867-1930) died before I was born, but Mrs. Archie (1878-1974), my Grandma, was a major influence in my early years. Her parents were Isabelle (MacDonald) MacKinnon and Angus Stewart from Springton. My Grandma was an indomitable woman, way ahead of her time in her views of women’s roles. My mother was Flora Murray (1908-1990), the youngest daughter of Christy MacPhail of Meadowbank and William Murray of Scotch Settlement, New Brunswick. Grandpa Murray and the Clyde River Murray’s were cousins and visits were frequent. Our farm was originally the Fraser farm on the Baltic Road in Clyde River, between John Murray and Jim Livingstone. Everyone in the area was interconnected by marriage or birth. My roots there go back to at least the early 1800s.

When I attended Clyde River School from 1939-1946, it was one room with all 10 grades but usually not more than 25-30 pupils. I had two exceptional teachers, Christine MacNevin from Canoe Cove and Rita Cruwys, later Mrs. Allie MacLean, for my last two years. I never really followed the standard pattern, as these two women let me proceed at my own pace, allowing me to move on when I had mastered a topic and often letting me help other students.

My mother was very involved with my schooling and inspired me to love and enjoy learning. So while I spent less than ten years at Clyde River School, I did not skip any course material. When I took the Province-wide exams for entrance to Prince of Wales, I came third for the Island, certainly a tribute to my schooling.

As Clyde River was a small school, I remember many of my fellow students. Growing up in a farming community where I was literally related in one degree or another to everyone made for a very safe environment. Everyone had chores to do, so there was little time to get into too much trouble. I was terrible at sports as I was extremely myopic but no one realized it. I always sat in the front row, still do! But my ball playing skills were laughable. I never saw the ball until it was too late to swing at it!

Further to my results in the Prince of Wales entrance exams, I won a scholarship to pay my fees, and so my father was persuaded to allow me to go to town. Miss Lily Seaman, the registrar, was convinced that I could do the first two years at PWC in one year. It was an ambitious schedule that would have been okay but for the death of my father in February 1947 when I was 14.

Over the following summer, it was apparent that we would need to sell our farm. My mother went into nurses’ training in Charlottetown, and I returned for two years to graduate from Prince of Wales College (PWC) in 1949. While there, I was torn between my love of literature and history and biology. Professor Bigelow was the biology professor, and he was such a kind, gentle man who really encouraged me. I should not pick out just one professor, as the faculty knew and cared deeply about all the students. Looking back, I think that is my enduring memory. We were so nourished in many ways by our professors.

After graduation, I was recruited by Acadia alumnus Athol Roberts to attend Acadia University with a full scholarship. Of course, I went gladly, as without the scholarship, it simply would not have been doable without my working for some years to gather the money to attend. I loved the campus, so green and a small town where, once again, the faculty were involved in teaching and mentoring us. As my thank you, I have set up a modest fund at Acadia to provide the same gift to others.

Acadia Biology Department became a true home, as we were a small band of brothers and sisters who worked hard and had fun doing so. Dr. David McCallion was my honours thesis advisor for a project using histo-cytological techniques in a study of liver damage after x-irradiation. I learned the genetics of the time from Charles Bishop and was introduced to forest ecology and botany by Chalmers Smith. I graduated in 1951 and stayed on for a year to add to my honours research. Not convinced that I wanted to go on to a doctorate, I worked for two years with Robert Begg at the J.B. Collip Medical Research Lab at the University of Western Ontario.

Both he and McCallion encouraged me to go on and were instrumental in my receiving a full scholarship to Brown University in 1954 to get my Ph.D. I continued research on liver responses to injury by carbon tetrachloride, as they were influenced by diet.

I married a fellow graduate student in applied mathematics in 1955 and had my first child in 1956 and still finished my doctorate in three years. I am rather proud of that, I must say! My second child was born in 1958 just after we moved from Rhode Island to California.

In 1959, I joined the UCLA Department of Pathology working with W. Jann Brown who was applying the new microchemical assays pioneered by Oliver Lowry to work out the sequence of various lipids in the fetal mouse brain. That was really my introduction to the then almost unknown field of neurobiology, and I learned brain cutting and neuropathology as well.

From 1961-1966, I was on the faculty of California State University, Northridge, then primarily a teaching institution. In 1966, my husband had a great opportunity in the Washington D.C. area, so we moved back East where I had a four-year sabbatical as my boys were very involved and needed my presence.

In 1970, I went back as a laboratory instructor at Georgetown, soon became a full faculty member, mentored graduate students and taught both undergraduate and graduate courses.

In 1976, rather tired of academics and my attendant poverty, I moved to the Neurology Institute at the National Institutes of Health. There my task was to develop research programs focused on the degenerative diseases of the brain, I had thought I might work on developmental disorders, but there were excellent people doing that. So I tackled Multiple Sclerosis, Dementia, Huntington’s, and Parkinson’s, trying to encourage the best minds to think about these seemingly intractable issues. In this, I was lucky that Robert Katzman and Robert Terry had written persuasive editorials in the Archives of Neurology that same spring. This call to action convinced Donald Tower, Director of the Institute, that we needed to do something, and he picked me to get it started. Thus began a most fruitful and rewarding, both personally and professionally, partnership that changed my career.

We organized the first North American meeting on senile dementia and related disorders in 1977. From that came the seminal publication, Alzheimer’s Disease: Senile Dementia and Related Disorders, that declared that the most common form of dementia was Alzheimer’s and that it was not an inevitable consequence of ageing but a disease.

About the same time, the impetus for attention to Alzheimer’s came from the families who were living with loved ones in what has been called the never-ending funeral. Along with Katzman, whose mother-in-law was afflicted, and Jerome Stone, a successful Chicago businessman whose wife was ill and several others, we established the Alzheimer’s Disease and Related Disorders Association, now simply the Alzheimer’s Association.

Soon after, my dear mother who was then 70 was clearly becoming demented and paranoiac, and at her autopsy, we found that she had Lewy Body dementia. Several of her brothers and sisters from her large family also died with symptoms of dementia, occurring in late life.

I spent a happy and productive time (1976-1987) at the Neurology Institute and became Deputy Director in due course. My arm was twisted to take on the position of Deputy Director for Extramural Programs for the National Institute of Health (NIH). I did this reluctantly and I think I had some successes, e.g., more attention for pre-and post doctoral support for women and underserved minorities. But, in general, it was a politically fraught time and my Island spirit could not bend so easily with the winds. So, I resigned in 1990. And one week later, my second husband died very suddenly.

I then took a position for two years with a major dementia research institute in Florence, Italy, funded in part by an Italian Pharmaceutical firm and the National Research Council of Italy, working both in Italy and the US and with WHO (World Health Organization) sponsored epidemiological surveys on dementia. Subsequently, I became a scientific consultant to the Charles A. Dana Foundation and the Dana Alliance For Brain Research.

These days I am mostly retired, enjoying international travel adventures and my two great-grandchildren. I live in a retirement community in Chapel Hill North Carolina, quite near to my son and daughter-in-law and in close contact with all three of my grandchildren.

It’s pretty clear that my choice of universities was determined by the scholarships that I received which helped to pay for my education. And that would not have happened without the amazing support from mentors, some of whom I knew and others who knew only of me and my origins.

I have come ” home” to the Island almost every summer since the 1970s. For me, it is a renewing place, full of memories both happy and sad, but always renewing. No one who has grown up on a small mixed farm in pre-mechanized days can ever not be aware of the great web of life and the efforts that must be expended to simply make a living. We were never rich in worldly goods but beyond millionaires in quality of life, in family love and support.

My father was not a schooled man but he was educated, a progressive farmer who believed in crop rotation and who sadly did not live long enough to fulfill his dreams. My mother was very intelligent and worked diligently to foster a love of words and learning. In retrospect, I had a magical childhood and was supported by the whole community in their love and care.

Editor’s note: Dr. Bick (Katherine) will be taking along some photos to add to this story when she visits this July.

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