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Stories as unique as you are.
AN ESSAY
GRETA MCDONOUGH
A New E
L I S A F O X , O W N E R
L E I P E R ’ S C R E E K G A L L E R Y
FIND YOURSELF IN OUR STORY.
V I S I T F R A N K L I N . C O M
The New England of my memory i
drenched and sandy lobster-boile
summer. Spring break, 1978, saw
Jo, heading north of the Mason-D
as any self-respecting college stud
Our destination was Boston and i
the whole of New England had b
twenty-seven inches of snow less t
We had a free place to
Plans were made, my bo
packed to the gills, and with a bor
headed out for Boston, Marblehe
where we would stay in a carriage
cousin, the artist. We looked at a
what with the distance and our tim
should drive straight through, a dis
1100 miles.
If youth is wasted on the
brains are not.
We had a few problems
unfortunate stretch of the Pennsylv
three in the morning where both o
and running on adrenaline, hallucin
creature running across the road, a
Groton, which cost us we time. We
hours later at her cousin’s carriage
from Abbot Hall and the Willard p
’76.”
There he fed us sandwic
romaine lettuce and avocado and
no longer in Bowling Green, Kentu
foreign and sophisticated that, hon
myself and my coarse ways from t
among us.
Which would be just abo
encounter in the next six days.
Jo’s cousin was older and
who made his living at the time by
structures. He assured us it consiste
My name is Lisa Fox and I’m the owner of
Leiper’s Creek Gallery. I’ve been in Leiper’s Fork
for 11 years. Initially, I was sent to paint a mural for
Aubrey Preston and was here for six months. While
I spent time here, I fell in love and did not want to
leave. I would hang out at lunch with everybody at
Puckett’s and talk about mending fences and chasing
cows and just absolutely fit in because I grew up on a
farm. And I was a painter so I loved the countryside
and painting the countryside. When it came time for
me to leave it was evident that I just belonged here.
Aubrey had remodeled an old Gulf Station building
and asked me if I would run it as a gallery. I never
expected to do any such thing. I was scared to death,
but I took it on and it’s been a learning process
ever since. Every day is a new day. We really have an
awesome stable of artists, some of the best local artists
around and I’m really proud of that.