Margaret Hawthorn and her husband, Bruce MacDougall, met in New York City, where they worked for American Youth Hostels. In the summer of 1976 they led a group of eight teenagers on bicycles, pedaling over 3,000 miles from New York to San Francisco in two months. Two years later they moved to Winchendon, Massachusetts toContinue reading “Margaret Hawthorn”
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Farm Boy
by Margaret Hawthorn “Gordon’s eyes are up,” Everett announced. Everett, we would find, liked to be the bearer of news, especially if it was bad. My husband Bruce cracked the last egg into a bowl. First morning on the job, he planned to serve scrambled eggs, pancakes, and bacon. “What does that mean?” he asked.Continue reading “Farm Boy”