Texas Cabin to Brooklyn

Planning my move from my little Texas Cabin home in Kerrville, TX to two new homes in Brooklyn, NY. and Albany, NH.

Here’s what the route looks like at the moment.

Santa Fe, New Mexico

I plan to spend 2 nights in Santa Fe, with camping at Black Canyon Campground – Santa Fe National Forest. Many years ago, a group of family members took a drive to Santa Fe from Albuquerque, along with my Haskell cousins. We were celebrating a remembrance of my Uncle Don Haskell. I recall being impressed with the town, this will be a chance to revisit.

Boulder, Colorado

Home for Dan & Rebecca Boozan, as well as Lee & Lyn Beaupre.

Dan & Rebecca’s mom, Jennifer Beckwith, died far too young. I think Dan & Rebecca, twins, were 3 when she succumbed to cancer, pretty sure they turned 41 recently. Jennifer and I met when she took a job with IBM after graduating from UVM. We were part of a department formed mostly of new hires – I was an exception, 10 years. Our task was to take over a chip manufacturing software system from a group in Manassas, Va, where their plant was closing. Over the next 6 months I traveled back and forth weekends to Essex Junction, Vt where I lived with my former wife and a very young Jennifer & Hilary. Most nights in Manassas JB – as I called her to differentiate with my Jennifer, who became “JL” – and I spent time together.

Although at times I wished JB and I were romantically involved, that never came to be. What did come was far better, we became the closest friends either of us had ever found. Here’s something I wrote many years ago on Valentine’s Day, JB, The Night We Danced.

I won’t get to see Rebecca this trip, she’ll be off in Switzerland, running through the Alps. I plan to visit with Dan.

Lee & Lyn were also very special friends from back in my earliest days at IBM in Essex Jct, Vt. They had 2 boys, both a little younger than JL. JL’s middlr name is “Lyn”. I’ll write more about both after a visit.

Chicago, Illinois

Visit with my niece, Sarah McHone Franklin, husband, Jayson, and their large and wonderful family. Wander to places in Chicago mentioned by my friend J. D. Walton. JD was from my hometown, Port Henry. He died a year or so ago, far too young.

Milwaukee, Wisconsin

Explore Bronzeville, Milwaukee, a neighborhood with a rich African American culture. Also, I’ll visit Amaranth Bakery, owned and run by David Boucher and Stephanie Shipley. Years ago, I met David and Stephanie when they were looking to purchase a property in Westport, NY. They bought a place I had listed, called “The Plank House”. We became friends and I visited Amaranth many years ago on a side trip from Chicago. Very possibly the best bakery in the world!

Toronto, Canada

Possible visits with Aleyda & family, as well as Marty Webb Thorn, a college heart throb.

Montreal, Canada

My 2nd favorite city in North America. Among many other things, possibly attend the International Black Film Festival. Here’s on film, I’ll plan to see either live or streamed, One Pint at a Time, a documentary feature about the history of black beer brewers. A good list is Things to do in Montreal – September. I’ll do a best of the Montreal bagel tour, bringing a significant number of the “best” to my new homes.

36 Wildwood Rd, Albany, New Hampshire

My new “official” 2nd residence, owned by daughter Jennifer.

3500 Snyder Ave, Brooklyn, NY

My new “official” residence, owned by daughter Hilary.

Planning my Move

In planning my move I’m anticipating rarely, if ever, making the drive again between the northeast and either Texas or Arizona, my two homes the past several years. As such, I want to take my time, visit friends, family and places along the way. I want it to be a memorable adventure.

I also plan to update and document this trip, look for posts here, on Facebook and Twitter.

Jean Gregory Haskell Poem

My sister Jean was three years older…
And as “big” sisters go, was quite bossy.. I told her!

For you will live on for as long as we do
In the stories and memories that were made up by you.

Jean Gregory Haskell
Thoughts & Words by Helen Gregory McHone
Put to verse by Pam Kelley Brush

My sister Jean was three years older…
And as “big” sisters go, was quite bossy.. I told her!
For example one time when I was just ten
She told me to learn a song and then –
She told me I must sing it for dad and mom
while she played the music and strummed along
on her NEW guitar.

The song was called
My Pretty Red wing”,
I was terrified. I did not want to sing!
But Jean let me know that I had no choice
I would sing that song in my very best voice
So though I was nervous.
Of her I was in AWE!
And I knew whatever she said was the LAW!
So sing it I did and it all went well
Mom and Dad loved it. We both could tell.

But as we grew older the age gap grew smaller.
We had husbands and kids. every day I would call her.
She was so outgoing – the adventurous kind
Yet with a young boys she would always find time
…for Barbara and me.

Barbara was our younger sister
A real Auntie Mame!
The one in the family with fortune and fame
She worked overseas but would visit us yearly
And bring each of us gifts. We all loved her dearly!

Barbara died in 2000 We all felt the pain
But our love for her will always remain..
..Deep in our hearts.
I know you met Jean in the moment she died
to take her with you, to the other side.
I miss you both but I’m trying to be brave
So for heaven’s sake please try to behave…
Til I get there!!

I miss you dear Jean. I wish I could go
To your special memorial, I do love you so.
But somehow I got older. Long trips mate me ill.
But I’ll be there in spirit. You know that I will.
For you loved San Diego. The west coast was for you.
But you missed autumns back here. I know that to be true.
You came back to visit one year in the fall
we took a trip back in time and we both had a ball!
You leave A wonderful sons and their families behind
We all really miss you. You were one of a find.
A truly great sister, and a fabulous mother
An auntie deeply loved, unlike any other.
Kurt, Kris, Karl and Kevin too
will always be a tribute to you.

For you will live on for as long as we do
In the stories and memories that were made up by you.

Love you forever Jean.

Helen