Petersham

I really liked reading it.

Without further ado, I hope you can snooze so soundly to this story by Sarah Orne Jewett, The News From Petersham.

You're gonna hear this story told once so you can fall deep asleep, and then it will repeat itself so you can stay deep asleep.

And now's the time for you to fluff up your pillow just how you like it.

Get real comfortable.

Close your eyes, and let me read to you [instrumental music].

The News from Petersham.

Mrs. Peake had been to Petersham herself to spend Thanksgiving with her niece, and brought the first account of old Mr. Johnson's illness.

Can you imagine how frightening that would've been? Alone in a jungle somewhere north of Port Moresby.

Jack was a mild-mannered lawyer from Petersham, and this drastic and savage interruption to his life can't be underestimated.

Jack's mum, dad, and sisters never really recovered from his years away either.

My great-grandmother sent herself literally insane by saying Hail Marys again and again every day until he got home.

And I'll never forget one year I was doing my personal retreat at a monastery in Massachusetts.

It's a beautiful monastery called Holy Trinity Maronite Monastery in Petersham, Massachusetts.

Beautiful little valley and their property is on the edge of the a reserve like 900 acres of woods so the kwabin reservoir so you can just walk through these woods and you have to be careful you could get lost and i remember being a few hours into the woods by myself and it just feels like you're in the middle of nowhere and in these woods Much to my surprise, I see rows of stacked stones all throughout the property.

And I'm like, who in the world... was out here in the middle of nowhere in the woods, stacking rows of stones.