Barbara Follett circa 1934

Welcome to Farksolia. I'm Stefan Cooke, and Barbara Follett was my aunt. I'm going through my family archives and sharing Barbara's words and fascinating story on this site. The more I learn about her, 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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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 …


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.

48 Kent Street

75 Years Ago Today …

… Barbara vanished from her apartment at 48 Kent Street, Brookline, Massachusetts.

“Wings!” My Big Book for Barbara

I’m slowly closing in on the final edits and finishing the page layout for “Wings! Barbara Newhall Follett: A Life in Letters”—my big book full of Barbara. I’m really happy with how it’s turning out. My plan is for a limited, numbered edition in hardcover, a paperback, and eBook. It should be available early in 2015.

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Happy 100!

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