When I met Maggie in the summer of 1987, she was 94 years of age and was making “leather britches” by stringing green beans from the garden she tended onto thread to dry for winter reconstitution5000 and cooking. That same year, in winter, Phyllis and I returned to visit her and found her sitting in a chair beside the pot-bellied wood-burning stove in her living room. She was letting the heat from the fire warm her joints as she rested her arms on a split-oak basket she once made. Our conversation centered on Maggie’s memories of how living in the mountains used to be prior to “flatlanders” coming to build condos and ski lifts. She had preserved whatever traditions she could and was a legend in her own time- a living link with times past.
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