In 1982, in honor of her parents’ 50th wedding anniversary, Mom wrote an essay titled Emro Farm, named for the property that had been in her mother’s family for over 100 years, and which her parents had spent their working lives taking care of. She typed up the text on her electric typewriter, aligned horizontally and double-sided so it could be run off easily on a copier. Light blue cardstock adorned with a neighbor’s line drawing of the farm comprised the cover. A couple of other line drawings, one of the house, one of the local Quaker Meetinghouse, augmented the text. I have it in my head that she did all the copying herself, standing at the college library Xerox machine with a bagful of quarters; this isn’t entirely out of the realm of the possible; the only thing making it unlikely would be Mom’s unwillingness to monopolize the machine that long. When I look at the pamphlets now, I realize they’re too uniform to have been made by hand. I’m pretty sure the library was involved though; they probably had a machine for making small pamphlets like this. It probably cost a pittance to run off a few dozen copies; it’s even possible Dad would have had a faculty discount. The document was meant to be shared only with family members, maybe some of her parents’ close friends. Mom’s insistence on a shoestring budget just made sense when one considered the deep-seated frugality of both the creator and the intended audience. In 1991, following the deaths of both her parents, Mom revisited the document, adding essays and poems that examined their respective legacies, and their influence on her.