There
is a sequel to a saving of life, home, land, family, memory and all we
live for. In the end the buildings we build and the relations we form
are temporary spoils against which we argue but conform. The buildings
are a metaphor of relations which age to an end, even among the closest
of fathers and sons, intervened by, others. We would not have believed
it possible to be so dissolved.
I
had long outlived my grandfather E. A. Yeo who I loved greatly and
honored for his art and practice and hospitality. When he built Pine Cone Lodge
in Browns Mills, NJ, c. 1926, it was with respect of the land and out
of the mind of arts and crafts which he had begun twenty years before.
Records of these creations exist in photographs and accounts, but this
best of them all lasted but one hundred years. I received a picture of
its redo on Zillow
this August 8. This turns out to be a metaphor of the decay of
relationships too, not to be denied, when mutual respect and love, once
attained in good memory, dissolved. The dissolution of work and
relationships are the motive for saving those published collections of
writings continued to whatever lengths now appear.
It is a dream of fiction and antiquarians to suddenly come upon a whole
cache of materials they did not know exists as in Thaddeus Mobley
episode of Fargo III, to discover a manuscript. In real
life this is Bradley's gold in your attic. I found this twice, on
both sides of family, and more.
