Family

Still On Stage

Fred & Pat CarmichaelFred & Pat CarmichaelBy Susanne Washburn
Photography by Hubert Schriebl

"I  think our wives are seeing too much of each other," says Fred Carmichael, on meeting an acquaintance in Manchester. "It's all about the Dorset Historical Society, isn't it?" replies the interlocutor. "That's what they s-a-y," is Fred's rejoinder. He's a bottomless source of such impromptu lines-this author of forty published plays, most of them in the comedy-mystery genre. He delivers his characteristic banter in the local supermarket, on the Northshire's marble sidewalks, and to Meals On Wheels clients. At a late afternoon reading of verse by an historic Dorset poet, he announces to those assembling in the large circle of chairs: "I want you all to know: We are free for dinner."

Pat, his wife of 55 years, may seem the straight man to his comic antics, but she can deliver a good laugh line just as well. Actress, songstress, stage director (both in Dorset and on tour), she is equally of the essence of theatre. Recalling one early aspect of her career-a stint as a cabaret chanteuse-Fred reports, "I married a nightclub singer." » read more

A House to Grow Old In

By Kristin McDonald
Photography by Hubert Schriebl 

Habitat CrewHabitat CrewThis past fall Happy Valley on Lewis Road in Rupert got a little happier. It used to be that to visit the George Lewis family there, you'd go to the 1970s-era mobile home in the middle of the bucolic dairy farm land that has been in the Lewis family for 13 generations.  But now that home has been gutted and in its place is a bright, open, much larger stick-built raised ranch with plenty of space for the Lewis's: George, Kelli, son Tyler, 20, and daughter Savannah, 15.  "The trailer was home," says Kelli, "but as the kids got bigger, we wanted more space. We wanted more for ourselves as well.  We prayed for years for our longtime dream of a new house. But on the salary of a dairy farmer and my job as an elementary school paraprofessional, it wasn't going to happen."  Until the day that Kelli saw the flier at church seeking applicants for Habitat for Humanity. » read more

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