Poems, stories, and reflections, written by faculty, staff, and volunteers currently serving in the Village.
You may have heard me say a time or twelve, but I first came here on JTerm.
I remembered recently how in that time Rio’s kitchen kept the Village stocked with good fruit and I ate 3 to 7 oranges a day, every day. I lived in Chalet 2 and classes were held in the garden level. So naturally by the end of the term I obviously stopped waking up for breakfast in favor of getting up 5 minutes before class. One morning I woke up and found an orange sitting outside my room. My dear pal Julia Meyer left it there when she noticed I wasn’t at breakfast.
And dang, that describes friendship perfectly. Especially the relationships we’ve built here. We learn each other’s quirks, we notice when something is “off”, and we bring each other oranges.
I miss y’all, and I miss learning more about you as we move along in time. Like how Marta is only on time for dinner when it’s deli night. How Greg’s cappuccinos must be dryer than this mountain air. Ian’s French press habits and Hubs’ frantic cleaning when she’s stressed and how Melinda likes the chairs in fireside and and and… I just love you all.
And I feel loved by you, not in spite of, but because of the many quirks of mine that I know you all could name as well.
Rachael Meadors is Education & Program Associate at Holden Village. This column was originally published on May 16, 2020 in a daily newsletter, "The Quarantine Quarter," which is compiled by various staff members and sent to all Villagers.