• Beth Foster

The Foster Woods Folk School, something old and something new

When I was a child, maybe nine or ten years old, my Grandma Lola helped my cousin Boyd, my sister Bretta, and me build a small, rough cabin at the entrance to the Foster Woods. My Uncle Silas provided metal for the roof and there was an open house where we served peanut butter sandwiches and Kool-Aid. "The cabin" as it came to be called still stands today and you can see Finnegan checking it out just a few weeks ago.

For about four years after the cabin was built, I practically lived in the little log building. I daubed the spaces between the logs with mud and covered the floor with a carpet of moss. I had a desk and table, and all my arts and crafts supplies there. I would pretend that I was teaching a school in the cabin, and would force my siblings and cousins to be my students. I would teach about animals, and nature, the books I was reading, and how to make different crafts. With the announcement of The Foster Woods Folk School, I imagine that kid in the woods and I want them to know about what is happening now.

For me, and for my brother and co-director, Benjamin Foster, so much of the folk school is a continuation of work we've been doing for years, the resurrection of projects and plans we'd left behind at one point or another, and something brand new all at once. We are excited about coming to this curve in a well-worn path and seeing what is on the other side.

Wander and wonder with us here. We invite all of you, old friends and new, to conversation and community in this place where the roots run deep and the limbs reach high.

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