The House on Bar Point

The House on Bar Point

The house where Kate and I are staying is on a spit of land called “Doctor’s Point” by the locals. My stepmother, Risa Benson, bought the land in in the late sixties, and various family members have contributed to the construction of the house. My brother Sam Benson, he of the Unimogs and TIG welders, did the lion’s share of the framing carpentry, under the direction of local carpenters Alf and Jack Bellows. Sam and his friends Mica, Christian, and Hahn, lived in tents the summer of 1990, subsisting on vats of peanut butter, loaves of bread baked by Alf’s wife Alma Bellows, and large amounts of Screech, the local Newfie rum. My sister Bridget and her husband Tony Dattillo came up for their honeymoon after a week at the Shelter Institute in Maine, and together they built the deck in front of the house. Later, Sam and I paneled most of the interior of the house with twisty juniper tongue-and-groove boards.


This is the third honeymoon in the house, counting Bridget and Tony’s and my father and Risa’s. We’re not digging ditches this trip, though — we’re more sticking to hiking, Yoga on CD, and eating out*. My construction activities are limited to building panoramas. The image below is a panorama that I created from disposable camera pictures (taken a few years ago). The house is green now, not tan, and there’s some more deck on the side of the house, but you get the idea! You can click anywhere inside the image and drag to look around.





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*Note: we are emphatically not making cappuccinos with an at-home cappuccino machine, nor are we sampling the local wines. However, I am using a thera-band when I do the Yoga on CD. Which means my coolness factor has plummeted to previously unplumbed depths. If you want a nice antidote, go read Alejandro’s website. Though, now that I think of it, he told me about taking a naked Yoga class in Manhattan. Oh well, I bet he got away with it.

The House on Bar Point

Wedding pictures, hurrah!

Francesco Vitelli took this picture, for which I will be indebted to him for the rest of my life.
Wedding pictures, hurrah!

Kate and I made it to the house in Newfoundland this afternoon, unlimbered the laptop, and discovered that there are wedding pictures online! I’m now going to post links to the pictures. Which is one step away from putting pictures of your cat online, I know, but I’ve already done that, anyway.


Still to come are the photos that the Official Wedding Photographer took. I’m especially looking forward to the ones of Kate’s brother Matt and my cousin Martha on Matt’s scooter, both making goofy faces in response to my strident and repeated demands. They’re both really good at on-demand goofiness, as it turns out, so I hope I can sell the pictures to the Museum of Schtick, or something. I’ll post them when I get them!

Wedding pictures, hurrah!

“In the presence of God, and these our friends…”

In a surge of absolutely glorious weather (bookended on either side by cool, rainy days), Kate and I got married at Downingtown Friends Meeting. On the way to Northbrook and back, I had been repeating my vows over and over again in my helmet, hoping that I wouldn’t forget my line:


In the presence of God, and these our friends, I, John, take thee, Kate, to be my wife,

promising with divine assistance to be unto thee a loving and faithful husband so long as we both shall live.

…which is important to remember, since there’s no clergy in a Quaker service, so you’re up a creek if you blank on your vows, or make Comedic Wedding Vow Errors, transposing “Wife” for “Husband”, et cetera. But all went well, we signed the certificate, and our friends and family (who traveled from Colorado, New Mexico, Maine, Texas, Germany, and points in between) had wonderful, heartfelt, and touching things to say. The service was incredibly beautiful, and I’m honored and thankful that so many people came so far to be with us.


On top of that, I managed to keep from stripping the gears when Kate and I made our exit in the Austin Healy. Whew! I hope that’s a good omen of some kind.


We spent the night in the Hotel du Pont in Wilmington, in a bridal suite so lavish that — I am not making this up — the bathroom had a bathroom. And two telephones, a bidet, and enough towels to avert disaster even when you enthusiastically dump the whole bottle of Gilchrist and Soames Extra Foaming Bubble Bath into the jacuzzi, with spectacular results.


So Kate and I are back at home now, packing for our honeymoon. I feel very lucky, and very happy, and very blessed to have such wonderful family and friends. Thank you all so much for coming to be with us!

“In the presence of God, and these our friends…”