In Ketchum, Hemingway's last days

The tombstone is usually covered with pens, books or bottles deposited in homage by anonymous admirers. The Covid-19 pandemic has passed that way, and this time there is only a used mask at Hemingway's grave. Deep in the small Ketchum cemetery, the writer rests at the foot of two fir trees, alongside his last wife, Mary, and the faithful friends he had made in this small town in the mountains of Idaho: Chuck and Floss Atkinson, "Colonel" Taylor Williams, one of the area's famous hunting and fishing guides, and Gene Van Guilder, the publicity agent for the nearby Sun Valley ski resort. It was for the latter, who died in 1939 in a hunting accident, that Hemingway had composed an epitaph:“He loved autumn above all, the yellow leaves on the poplars, the leaves floating on the trout streams, and, above the hills, the windless blue sky; now he will be a part of it forever. ”

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