Barbara Follett circa 1934

Welcome to Farksolia! I'm Stefan Cooke—Barbara Follett's half-nephew. The more I read her words, the more enchanted and intrigued I am. I dearly wish I could have met her, but in 1939 she disappeared from her apartment in Brookline, Massachusetts—23 years before I was born.

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"Barbara Newhall Follett: A Life in Letters" tells Barbara's story from infancy until her disappearance (and beyond), mainly through her own words. I'm convinced that Barbara was one of the best, most naturally gifted writers of her time.

For three years I poured my heart into this long book in an attempt to bring Barbara back to life as fully as I could. At times it felt like we were walking side by side on our White Mountain trails. I want her words to touch lovers of the English language in the profound way that they've touched me.

Our book and e-book are on sale at Amazon and other online retailers.

Latest Posts

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Noël — A Christmas Song by Barbara, 1925

Last week Ross Carter kindly sent me an audio clip of the melody Barbara composed for her 1925 Christmas card. I had not heard the song played before and it was quite a joy. I decided to loop the mp3 and add Barbara’s lyrics in my appallingly accented French. My apologies to Barbara.

A Peek into Barbara Newhall Follett: A Life in Letters

Click here to look inside the book.

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Barbara Newhall Follett : A Life in Letters

Finally, it’s here! My big book for Barbara—a 638-page softcover edition and an ebook for Kindles and other devices. Both have over 40 photographs. I’m VERY pleased with the end result!! Read more…

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Welcome redux

Farksolia has been getting a lot of traffic due to Lapham Quarterly’s reposting of “Vanishing Act,” which went semi-viral on social media and was picked up by BoingBoing, among other places. To answer a few of the questions I’ve gotten lately …

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Silver Magic

On Christmas morn,
Children, first looking from the windows,
See how desolate and bleak the garden is.
Withered the flowers, butterflies flown,
Summer gone from the woods.

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