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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Barbara’s Christmas Greetings (1922-1925)
Four Christmas poems by Barbara, ages 8 through 11: “Kitty’s Christmas Greeting” (1922); “The Tree” (1923); “Silver Magic” (1924); and “Noël” (1925).
May 4, 1933 – letter to A.D.R.
Your good letter came yesterday, and needless to say I’m tickled to hear that you aren’t sitting in the fig-tree, that you are all alive and well, and that the Wolf is house broken (Oh, most admirable phrase!)
mid-late October, 1932 – letter to A.D.R.
You wanted to hear from me promptly—right away, return air mail and all that. But, you see, in the rather odd kind of life I’m living right now, such things can’t be done. When your letter was forwarded to me, I was—well, where was I, anyway? Williamstown Mass., I guess—just in from a week’s stretch of Green Mountains. The next day we pulled out, hitch-hiking. I’m in New York now, at the apartment, but only till about tomorrow. Then I light out again.
The View from Mt. Chocorua
In September 1924, 10-year-old Barbara climbed Mt. Chocorua with her father. It was (I think) her first White Mountain peak. 88 years later (who knows—perhaps to the day?) I climbed the mountain and shot this video, which will be pretty much the same as Barbara’s view from the top.
October 4, 1932 – letter to A.D.R.
I have so much catching up to do that I’m not even going to try! Someday, though, I’ll tell you the things that have been happening—the curious, joyous upheavals my life has undergone, and the gipsy-like ways I’ve been living, and so on.
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