At the beginning of the school year in 1975, Steve took a job at a Christian school in New Hampshire. It was late summer, about a month before our first anniversay, when we made the move all the way from Jacksonville, Florida, pulling a U-Haul with my brother's car since ours was too small to pull anything. Part of that trip was very harrowing. Take my advice. Never drive pulling a heavy trailer on the Bear Mountain Parkway in New York state in the dark. (We did not realize it at the time, but it was probably illegal to even have a trailer on that road.)
We finally made it, and my brother and his friend came up a week later to bring us our car. Evidently we didn't get enough winding mountain roads during our move, because we decided to visit Mt. Washington. My brother drove us up the narrow twisting road all the while tooting the loud, unusual sounding "ah-ooh-gah" horn as we approached each curve. Here is a picture of our view looking out the car window while going up the mountain. Sometimes it seemed like you were looking straight down because you were so close to the edge. We marveled at how the van drivers of the guided tour seemed to just race around the curves.
|(our side of the duplex)|
We had big plans of stripping and refinishing, then painting and waxing the piano until it shone. We got most of it done but never completely finished.
I became pregnant, and those first few months I had trouble eating most things and was very tired. I remember not even being able to eat apple pie because it just didn't appeal. The smell of bacon or sausage cooking made me feel sick. After about three months I was able to eat pretty normally again. We even celebrated Christmas in the duplex with our very own "Charlie Brown" Christmas tree. Notice the icicles in the window? Having grown up in Florida I had never seen anything like it and was quite awestruck.
I was also impressed with all the snow. Never had I seen that much at one time. Our friends told us the snow usually comes before Thanksgiving and stays on the ground until April or May. I just had to get this picture of the mailboxes that barely stuck out above the snow. One day I walked out to get the mail, but must have hit a slippery place and ended up sitting down in the snow. It didn't really hurt because the snow was so soft.
My piano was a life saver for me during that time, because I had not yet met many people besides the other teachers at the school. At home by myself while Steve was at school, I probably practiced four to five hours a day. All that time spent playing enabled me to memorize a few pieces.
Eventually we found a church to attend. We even gave a little concert there one night with my husband singing some of Ken Medema's songs to my accompaniment. We also spoke a little and I played some special hymn arrangements. Later we switched to another church where I became one of the regular pianists.
Next week I'll tell you about the first move we made after the purchase of the piano, which also includes the birth of our first child.