I know there are no real hills in Delaware. But there is a street called "Edgehill Ave" in Dover. I wonder what they named it after.
In the hill stations in India, all the houses have names. One large house on the edge of a hill in the first range of the Himalayas bears the name "Edgehill". Nowadays it acts as a dormitory for a prestigious boarding school. Sounds of children playing and the huge dorm dog barking are audible all around the amphitheater of hills. The dorm bell chimes the schedule: wake up, time to leave for school, tea time, study hall, bed time.
Thirty years ago, Edgehill played the role of guest house to visiting parents and families of school children, retired missionaries on holiday, and christian workers who got overheated on the plains before the rains set in. The hostess facilitated informal dinners; mothers relaxed under the broad veranda while their children renewed once a year friendships and played in the clear mountain air; bearers brought buckets of warm water for the morning bath. Just a short walk along the eyebrow of the hill, the bazaar offered mild diversion and basic supplies.
I wonder what life at Edgehill held before that.
In the hill stations in India, all the houses have names. One large house on the edge of a hill in the first range of the Himalayas bears the name "Edgehill". Nowadays it acts as a dormitory for a prestigious boarding school. Sounds of children playing and the huge dorm dog barking are audible all around the amphitheater of hills. The dorm bell chimes the schedule: wake up, time to leave for school, tea time, study hall, bed time.
Thirty years ago, Edgehill played the role of guest house to visiting parents and families of school children, retired missionaries on holiday, and christian workers who got overheated on the plains before the rains set in. The hostess facilitated informal dinners; mothers relaxed under the broad veranda while their children renewed once a year friendships and played in the clear mountain air; bearers brought buckets of warm water for the morning bath. Just a short walk along the eyebrow of the hill, the bazaar offered mild diversion and basic supplies.
I wonder what life at Edgehill held before that.
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