‘Impetuous 30s’ led to Richfield Springs farm – All Otsego

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‘Impetuous 30s’ led to
Richfield Springs farm

Terry Berkson, who has an MFA in creative writing from Brooklyn College, lives on a farm outside Richfield Springs. His articles have appeared in New York magazine, the New York Daily News Sunday Magazine, Automobile and other publications.life

In what my dad later referred to as his “impetuous 30s,” we left Brooklyn one summer and headed for Richfield Springs to stay with my father’s older brother William and his wife Ruta.

One afternoon, Dad returned to Uncle William’s house, his car steaming after a long trip.

“I’m buying a farm,” he announced as we all sat at a big round oak dinner table.

“A farm?” Uncle William said. He looked shocked. “You don’t know the first thing about running a farm!”

“I’ll learn,” Dad said.

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