As I write this, you’re in the next room scraping the mud off your boots from our early morning walk in the woods. Cristina’s tidying up the kitchen table, and Sarah is scheming up a cheese board for dinner tonight. Diana is on the sofa, knitting.
It’s one of those rare moments in life where we’ve escaped the dailyness to get to a simplicity that feels like a drink of cool water. It’s a lucky thing, this morning, and I’m noting it here just to preserve it.
Meanwhile . . .
A few years ago, on another weekend at the New York Sheep and Wool Festival, we made a pilgrimage to Val-kill, the Hudson River Valley home of Eleanor Roosevelt. Val-kill is one of those places that is resonant with history. It has a beautiful forest around it, and I was thinking about that place as we wandered through the woods today.
A blog, I realized. Eleanor Roosevelt was a heck of a blogger.
Written long before the internet, yet full of the immediacy of a blog, “My Day” chronicles her work on human rights, the UN, social justice, and politics. But she’s also happy to go very small. One column, January 19, 1950, begins with her attendance at Dr. Herman Lissauer’s Modern Forum on “Minority Rights and Race Relations,” then shifts to: “Tuesday was a busy day in Los Angeles for me. I began by visiting my godchildren’s nursery school, a charming little spot where the youngsters get a good start in learning to live together.” She then lists five events she attends that day.
Her famous boundless energy is on full display in these 26 years of columns. I love thinking about her crashing about the woods, taking a picnic down to the edge of Wallkill River, entertaining world leaders and grandchildren with equal joy.