ONCE UPON A COMMUNE
ONCE UPON A COMMUNE
...We are stardust
We are golden
And we've got to get ourselves
Back to the garden...
"Woodstock," Ladies of the Canyon , 1970
Jack Richardson arrived at 7:00 a.m. Monday morning, ready to measure the windows for the screens. His crew was already parked and unloading saw horses, tools, and their equipment to carry into the connecting shed. Catherine and the girls were still asleep.
Jack knocked on the front door. "Hullo! Hullo!"
Catherine woke quickly, grabbed a cotton bathrobe from the back of the bathroom door, and ran down the front stairs.
"Didn't wake you up, did I?" asked Jack.
"Yes, you did, but that's okay," said Catherine, smiling.
"I want to get the measuring done so I can go over to the next town where the hardware store carries these odd-sized screens."
As Jack entered into the parlor, he noticed the sliding screens in the windows.
"Hey, do you still want new screens? It looks like you found the screens that go with the house."
"Oh, yes, we still want them. They should probably have storm windows attached as well."
"Sure, I can get those for you, but they will have to be ordered. I just need to measure downstairs and upstairs, then I'll be on my way."
"Go ahead, Jack, I'll put on a pot of coffee."
By the time Jack was finished, the coffee was brewed and Catherine was sitting groggily at the small kitchen table, blowing on her mug to cool it down.
"Your young-uns are sound asleep," he said.
"I'm sure the excitement of the change has tired them out," responded Catherine, as she poured him a mug of steaming coffee.
"They'll like it here; I bet they won't want to go back when summer's over," Jack smiled. "T'won't be the first time that happened!"
"They might not be the only ones," she said, grinning, "I already feel like I have finally come home."
After a friendly, albeit short, conversation, Jack took his leave and headed out to find the screens with storm windows for her. He could have them in place by the end of the week if they were ordered right away.
Most of the rest of the week's time was spent talking with the carpenters who came to set up their large, outside saw in the area where Catherine had been parking the station wagon. She moved it out of the way so that they could enter through the barn and have easy access without coming through the farmhouse.
It seemed every time she was leaving with Laura and Becky to take a walk or a drive to town, there was another question to be answered, and one of the three men would saunter over to her before she could get away.
The first few nights were so quiet, Catherine moved into the guest room in the front of the house. She could hear the inside of the house better, including the downstairs, and even though it seemed safe, it was very strange sleeping in such dense silence. The telephone hadn't rung once since they had arrived. That was heaven.
Her dreams were colorful reviews of the events of the past year where she kept trying to find the path she had taken that led her further away from Daniel. Had it started when she wanted to return to her job working for Albert? Had it started when she became involved in the anti-war demonstrations? Her best friend, Nina, and she had done everything together. They had both gotten married near the same time, had gotten pregnant fairl