Willem Lange
CommentatorWillem Lange is a retired remodeling contractor, writer and storyteller who lives in East Montpelier, Vermont.
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My first conscious encounter with nature was during the Thirties, in Washington Park in Albany. Walking by the edge of a sloping beach, I spotted a dozen鈥�
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Starting in mid-February, the morning sun finally rises high enough in the sky to clear the rooftops on the south side of State Street in Montpelier and鈥�
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Some years ago my buddy Dudley and I were waiting for a flight at the Montreal Airport, near the gates reserved for regional turboprops headed north.鈥�
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The year 2015 has slid away with the turning of a calendar page. Its leaving has sparked a spate of reviews, events, and predictions 鈥� as if any of them鈥�
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Mother and I were married in October over half a century ago. That first winter, I worked in the woods near Lake Placid for the New York State鈥�
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Sixty years ago, when I first went into deer camp, we all hunted in our regular cold-weather work clothes 鈥� green- or red-checked wool jackets, gray wool鈥�
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When my family and I moved to the Connecticut River Valley in 1968, I took kayak-rolling lessons at the Ledyard Canoe Club in Hanover. After a few鈥�
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In the fall of 1955 I was quarrying stone in the Adirondacks, and feeling pretty tough. One evening, a buddy and I stopped at the Redfield Inn for a鈥�
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Vermonters love it when the Canadian dollar is down; they flock north to Montreal. I love the trip for the fascinating geology: evidence of volcanoes,鈥�
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The act of thanksgiving must be as old as human activity. Neanderthals in their day must have felt thankful for successful hunts or for escaping maiming鈥�