Ann’s Notes
My overnight visits to the Farm were after Sasha’s death. I helped manage Sasha’s office and worked on Shulgin Archiving and scanning. I’d often stay for 2-4 days in a row, since I lived around 130 miles away in the coastal Redwood canopied mountains north of the SF Bay Area.
Whenever I was at the Farm while Ann was alive, each day would begin with me finding a note from Ann accompanying a coffee cup with a spoon, a jar of instant coffee, and a small pitcher with half and half. I was always touched by that act, as it really made me feel not just welcomed but like I was at home-away-from-home in a real heartfelt sense. I saved at least the majority of the notes. When Ann’s health declined, she stopped including a drawing. Only on my last couple of visits at the end when she was in very poor health did she not leave me a note. These still give me a sense of joy to see so I keep them at my work station.
