Every spring, Mary would arrive to open the house and ready the gardens for planting. For many years, in mid-June, a teacher from a school 90 miles away would bring her class to visit. “They sit on hay bales in the barn,” Mary says, “and we play the recording of Mr. White reading Charlotte’s Web. They swing on the same rope swing that they knew Fern had; they sit on the milking stool where Fern had sat. I wanted them to grow up remembering this day. I hoped one day they’d want to find Mr. White’s other writings.”
From “The House at Allen Cove“, White’s Maine abode, now for sale.
2 responses to “E. B. White’s Beloved Farm”
Thanks so much, Monica! How lovely and poignant to read.
What a lovely article and a great place! Thanks for sharing.