We went from the fast paced urban life to Frank's comfort zone in upstate, NY. Frank grew up an hour and a half north of the city, in a little town called Rhinebeck. Most of the friends he has today, he made while growing up here. It's rare to see such an oddball group of people stay friends for as long as they have. The community he grew up in was very close knit, and there weren't many lines between family and friends. It wasn't uncommon to come home to find anyone of your friends, there specifically to hang out with your parents or to discover that they were living there for the next month or two. I guess this is where Frank developed his ideas of community. When I was first exposed to this 11 years ago, I was dumbfounded, and didn't quite know how to react to this openness. Growing up in the city where you couldn't trust anybody or anything, this idea was a pure breath of fresh air, and the impression this made has stuck with me since.
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Poughkeepsie, NY |
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Rhinebeck, NY |
One of favorite families is that of Sean and Shea, and
Sean’s mother, Janna. When we
first arrived up here, we had called Sean and were instantly invited to Janna’s
place for a big dinner. Janna has
always been a very maternal figure and her house has an open door policy. I can’t tell you how many
Thanksgivings, Christmases, and random nights Frank and I have celebrated
there. She is an incredible cook
and whenever we eat there, we feast.
Platters of Goat Stew, Quinoa, Monkfish, Snapper, and grilled vegetables
are the norm. There is always an
array of delightful homemade desserts, and after dinner we enjoy coffee and
conversations about the most nonsensical, abstract, and sometimes hilarious
things. I always say that Sean is
Frank’s brother because they truly are kindred spirits. Their sensibilities and
humor are so similar, and though they are so different, they are exactly the
same. They are some of our best
friends, and people we used to hang out with at least once a week, cooking
together, dreaming and scheming together, and just plain growing up.
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Sean & Frank |
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Shea & I |
We have also been enjoying bonfires and barbeques at the
Rokeby property, a 200 hundred year old 43-room palatial mansion set on a sprawling
1000 acres, with another eccentric group of people, all our age or younger who
have formed a small, but serious sailing community with thousands of miles of
experience between, on small Lightnings to hundred foot Swans. Cruising anywhere from the Hudson to
the Gibraltar Strait. Ben, a
descendant of the Astors (Rokeby's owners) and someone Frank used to rock climb with, recently
came back from living for 2 years in France after completing a full loop of the
North Atlantic. He had sailed his
32ft steel boat from the South of France, to Africa, to the Caribbean, to NY
and then back via Newfoundland and Brittany. During that trip, him and his group of friends stopped at
French speaking schools in each country they visited and allowed the students
to fill out questionaires and make art work that was exchanged with the next school
visited. The idea was to connect
students that were all united by one language, but separated by country and
culture. When he returned to
France, he put on an exhibit in Paris, showcasing the diversity through the
eyes of schoolchildren.
The property itself is a strange juxtaposition between
opulence and decay. The beauty of
the old mansion mixed with the industrial machinery and broken down cars, makes
for an interesting scene. We barbequed
in a 200 year old barn, that has been recently restored. It was beautiful, with Christmas lights
strewn from the rafters, and 150 yr old ice-boats stacked neatly beside
them. The nights up here have been filled with
good music, old friends, meteor shower watching, and a lot of silly dancing.
I forget that there are young people, like us, doing epic things and truly LIVING. It has been so nice to have intellectual conversations varying from philosophy, art, quantum physics, polyamory, socioeconomic policy, to farming and everything in between. Sailing is currently our lives, and more recently I realized, we have neglected our other interests and it’s been nice to refill the coffers with novel, dynamic ideas that our friends have always provided us with all these years. It’s these interactions that have strongly influenced our personalities and I've never realized how much I've taken this for granted.
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Rokeby Mansion |
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Old Barn |
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Crossing an old bridge to go swimming |
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Mooring Field at Rokeby |
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Swimming in the Hudson with Motor |
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Motor |
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Thanks for cooking, Asher |
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Jessica & Ben |
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Laura & Shea |
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Ben, Patrick, and Sean looking at meteors |
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Silly dancing |
Such a fascinating place with a colorful past!
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