Tag: Memoir

“Last night I dreamt I went to Manderley again.”

So begins the gothic novel Rebecca, written in 1938 by Dame Daphne du Maurier. My own version might begin, “Last night I dreamt of the house in Clifton Park.” The old farmhouse on Plant Road wasn’t much to look at when my parents purchased… Continue Reading ““Last night I dreamt I went to Manderley again.””

A Hill Runs Through It

A certain¬†hill looms large in my memories, although it wasn’t particularly large itself. The yard behind the house in Clifton Park, NY where I grew up (we had yards back then, rather than manicured lawns)¬†was wide enough to contain a swing-set and a clothesline… Continue Reading “A Hill Runs Through It”