![]() ![]() So gather a friend or a family member if you will or an old woolen blanket by yourself and come with me and listen to stories of an October Moon. The stories that you are about to hear have been inspired by a New England under the October Moon, by old graveyards with leafless trees and cold winds, by cloud shadows on granite peaks, by fog heavy on now abandoned Summer beach resorts. It is a time when the days light decreases and New Englanders sit and listen to stories that prepare them for the mysterious days of winter. It is a time when New Englanders gather at harvest festivals, church suppers and apple pressings. We have entered the time of the October Moon in New England, when mist floats above cranberry bogs in Cape Cod, where the first dusting of snow decorates New Hampshire's White Mountains, when fishermen in Galilee, Rhode Island and Portland, Maine wear flannel shirts and woolen jackets and where the first frost has come to the Northeast Kingdom of Vermont. Leaves from maple, oak, ash and birch trees have turned red, yellow, and orange and the smell from wood stoves reawakens memories of Autumns past. The fast of the wildflowers blow in the now chilled Fall air. The big moon comes up orange over the horizon. ![]() Original audio cassette in nice condition in library case, with usual library markings. ![]()
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