The farmhouse at Bedlam Farm was built by a wealthy merchant named Joseph Patterson who lived in the house with his sisters, he never married or had any children and died on the way to a business meeting in Argyle, N.Y. His body was laid out in this living room, which was – is – the centerpiece of the house and a room I will always miss, it sits up on a hill and is always cool, always picking up a breeze, even today. The windows go nearly floor to ceiling and Ben restored all the old ropes and pulleys, and I put in a new floor and ceiling and added a wood stove that heats most of the downstairs in the winter. The screened porch goes off on the right.

I’m telling you all of this – it sounds like a real estate ad – because so many of you are asking to see some of the interior. I love this room very much, it looks out to the big dairy  barn and on the right it leads off to a screened in porch that looks out  over the valley. At the end on the left is another door that leads to the room that was my study, where I write six or seven books. Another door leads to a guest room, another upstairs. The house is big and gracious, can absorb even me with room to spare.

I do not understand why it has not sold, I suppose not too many people want a neat old farmhouse with four restored barns and mile-long riding path out into the woods. I sure did, but that’s just me. What I am sure about is that there is someone out there who will  love it as much as Maria and I did and do and will want it as badly. We lowered the price by $100,000 and that is as far down as we are going.