Sue’s new blog…


Hello all.

I’ve been missing you. It’s been a long summer and I’m ready to celebrate winter. Sounds strange, huh? A Vermonter looking forward to snow and ice and cold?

Maybe I’m just looking forward to curling up in front of the fire with a good book.

Anyhoo… some of you follow my other blog which is no longer. I let susanbahr.com expire and now some strange, German-speaking woman named… you guessed it… Susan Bahr… has snatched it up. Silly me.

So… I’ve recreated my blog. You can find it at http://downthemountainroad.wordpress.com. Would you please let me know if you aren’t able to find it? I’m still in the process of creation.

As to letters… it’s lived it’s day. I will be shutting down this blog soon. Many, many thanks to all of you who’ve stopped in for a visit. I’ve loved all the sweet and wonderful comments.

I hope you swing by my new blog. I’ve got the kettle boiling…




Here’s to you, mom…

Thank you for all the support and kind words. It’s been a hellish three weeks.

Mom’s at peace now. She passed away early on Monday morning.

She was a strong woman, and kind and I wish you all could have met her.

She loved her grandbabies. She never stopped loving me.


I will miss her forever.


taking a break and breathing…

Just thought I’d let you know, that I’ve not been posting much due to my mom’s failing health. I’ve no time or energy to explain here, but you can see the full post on my other blog – down the mountain road.

Sending love and hugs to all of you-



Louis and Mary

Dear Rosa,

It’s funny, this strange little world I live in. Searching for people so long gone no one remembers what they looked like. Walking through cemeteries, seeking family I’ve never met. Finding you, Rosa, and your sweet husband, Henry, was a wonderful moment for me last week.

Today brought another special moment. Today, I found your grandparents.

Louis Blain and Mary Adaline Bourdeau. Only here in Vermont they were known simply as Lewis and Mary Blair.

I knew I’d find them. I just didn’t think they’d be buried in the same cemetery as you.

And how sweet is that?

So, next time I’m in little Duxbury, Vermont, you know where old Sue will be. Yup, sauntering up and down perfectly  manicured lawns searching for that small stone that marks her great-great-great grandparent’s resting spot. And when I find their stone, I’ll take a pic or two to share.

Maybe I’ll even plant a lilac tree.


I found you, my Rosa…


My Dearest Rosa,

Well, it was a sweet search and one that culminated in a wonderful moment for Sue.

I knew where you were buried, in a little cemetery in Duxbury, Vermont, right alongside your husband, Henry and son, Freddie. It took a while to find you and it was such a charm when I did.

You were there, beneath a shady lilac tree, you and Henry and I was so moved.

My Rosa. My great-grandmother.



And the little white marker besides yours and Henry’s? It’s your son, Freddie’s. You can’t read his name anymore. 100 years have stolen it away. But, if you look close, you can just make out, “Age 4 years.” Freddie didn’t live long enough, did he?


And see, Rosa- I thought you might like to know I’ve found you’re mom, Elizabeth. She rests close to me, in Burlington.  Your sister, Hattie,  is there, too.


I found a measure of peace, knowing you were so well cared for. And the lilac tree- I know where it came from- your daughter, my grammy, must’ve planted it.

She had a matching tree in her yard.

It’s  still there you know, grammy’s lilac tree. Just like yours, it continues to thrive and bring a reminder of the changing of the seasons, the passing of time, and the memory of those who’ve come before us.


My Pop, practitioner of the practical…

Dear Rosa,

Your grandson, Henry, has always faced life straight on. Something works, but is a bit unorthodox? Who cares.

My dad came to visit yesterday, just thought he’d swing by for a cup o’ joe and I was so very delighted he did. At 82, it’s amazing he is still able to drive.

We had a nice visit, very pleasant really. It was as he was preparing to leave that I found out just how practical old Henry really is. Noticed some Christmas stickers on the rim of his tires.

“What’s that?” I pointed to the out-of-place bright little stickers.

Bessy, his friend, just chuckled.  “They’re on every tire.”

I moved to the next and the next and the next… yup, four tires all with Christmas stickers.

“Okay, give.”

Bessy smiled again. “It’s how your father keeps track of the tires when he rotates them.  They’re the only thing sticky enough to stay on.”

Sure they are.

You know, they make sense in a weird kind of way, kind of practical, too.

Wonder if I’ll ever be so smart?



finding my way back home…

Dear beautiful WordPress friends,

I know I haven’t been on wordpress much lately – but I’d thought to let you know, I’ve been reading and enjoying your wonderful  posts from my smart phone. Grief has waylaid much of my creative energy and my time, but now that things are settling down, I hope to resume posting and commenting on your wonderful blogs.

Thank you all, for all the heartfelt prayers. In a time of crisis, it’s important to know others care. That you are placed in the hands of God.

And though I may be a bit late, I want to wish all of you the happiest of Mother’s Days. I hope it was as simple and lovely as mine.


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