Remembering Trudi Miller

I wish I had known Trudi Miller (daughter of Paul and Alice Miller). So many people in the valley have told me that she was a fantastic person. And many of the men I have met who knew her have told me they had a crush on her. She must have been very special to inspire all that ardor.

Recently I got an email from a man named John Moncure Wetterau. He had come upon the blog by accident and found many things that stirred his happy memories. He wrote the poem below for Trudi after her death in 2003 and wanted to share it with us. She was his first love.


Trudi 1941-2003

Across the stream,
trees, gradual climb
to the ridge,
snack at the lean-to,
steeper scramble,
smell of balsam,
thin clear air,
the Ashokan
blue below,
behind:
green valley after valley,
your ashes, you—
the long sweet silence
of the mountains,
summer and winter.