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Ruth Stroud's avatar

I never cease to marvel at how seamlessly you knit your mother’s stories into your own and how timeless, relevant and delicious they are. Enjoy those last drops of Maine summer, Amie—I only wish I was there to enjoy them too!💕

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Amie McGraham's avatar

Next year!!

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Ruth Stroud's avatar

Yesssss!!!!!

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Kate McDermott's avatar

I’ll think of you and your mom this winter when I make ice tea and blueberry pie. I’ll stoke the woodstove, put on shorts and The Beach Boys, and pretend.

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Amie McGraham's avatar

We’ll be with you in spirit!

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Mel's avatar

As I was reading, I thought it was you writing, towards the end , I realized it was your Mom. Perfect description of the fall feels!

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Amie McGraham's avatar

We share a voice , I think!

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Judy Ellery's avatar

I love rereading Karyl’s Newsletter. It brings back so many memories. So glad you are doing this. Missed seeing you at camp. 💝

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Amie McGraham's avatar

So weird without you there, mom!

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Lisa Dearen's avatar

I love this essay! It reminded me of my mom’s sun tea, which she’d make well into September. She suffers from Alzheimer’s now, and I wonder if making the sun tea for her would stir up any food/drink memories for her.

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Amie McGraham's avatar

Maybe with some fresh mint to stimulate the senses? Savor every moment together 💜

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Lisa Dearen's avatar

Thank you 💜

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sarah e webb's avatar

i think i made it under the wire of the 39 days of august ~ what a gift 💕

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Amie McGraham's avatar

I’m extending it

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Domenica Marchetti's avatar

A lovely poetic post, from both mother and daughter. The name of the pasta recipe, too.

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Amie McGraham's avatar

no fancy pasta recipes at camp !!

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Jenny Hammerton's avatar

Ahhh beautiful. As a Brit I have rarely deviled an egg but I'm planning to do so now in December. Love from a seriously rainy and autumnal day here on the South Coast of England. It's raining cats and dogs.

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Amie McGraham's avatar

My “secret” recipe ingredient in deviled eggs: a bit of sweet relish

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Vicki Smith's avatar

Charming!

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Jolene Handy's avatar

This is so lovely, Amie! Makes me want to make iced tea today!

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Catherine F. McCarron's avatar

What a lovely piece. Linguine happening soon since I have too much basil. I know, First World Problem 💙

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Amie McGraham's avatar

Trade you sage from my garden for your basil…

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Sharon Cortelyou's avatar

Glad you had a chance for some time off. Yes Labor Day has come and gone but I still had potato salad at dinner last night. Here’s to wearing white all year long.

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Amie McGraham's avatar

lol we scoff at the rules!

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Jennifer Piette's avatar

Love that you are questioning the season laws. I still can’t even contemplate wearing white trousers all winter long (even in CA) cause of my mother’s warnings!

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Mary B's avatar

What a beautiful read, each word rolling off my brain gathering steam to this remarkable bit, "In this curious season somewhere between summer and fall, the once-vibrant meadows begin their slow transition to muted goldenrods. Out back, a few enthusiastic red leaves pepper the treetops. Storm doors are weeks, not months, away. Mornings require running tights and afternoons, a dive in the cove. The air is laden with the cool breath of departures: a bittersweet reminder of another summer, gone." Beyond brilliant poetry. I was transported to Maine conjoined with all my summer - fall memories. 🍁

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