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G: George Bright, interviewer
H: Hester Solomon
G: Interviews like this sometimes begin with saying something like ‘Hester Solomon will be very well-known to the readers of this Journal’ but I think it's probably also true the other way around. That lots of the readers of this Journal will be pretty well-known to you.
H: There's no question about it. And I think that's part of being long in the tooth in this profession that I have the privilege and also the pleasure of knowing so many people who read the journal through my presidency of the International Association for Analytical Psychology (IAAP). I have come to meet so many people and groups of people interested in Jung through the IAAP, that also it's been such a pleasure and an honour to talk to them, teach them and learn about their approach to Jung, Jungian thinking, and Jungian practice.
G: Well, that's the view from the long, long ascent of a long and winding road. Shall we do the traditional thing and start at the beginning?
H: Let's do the traditional thing because that long and winding road has an interesting start for me. I was born and grew up in the very small state, rural state as it was then, of Connecticut. I was born during the war and at that time, everything was scarce - money, materials for building buildings. My parents would have been just the survivors of very astute parents themselves who go on in a simple way. They bought 10 acres of virgin forest for us to build a house and garage and this was virgin in the sense that there were no buildings. Nothing had been done on that land. The idea was to build the house on the hill. But because there were very little supplies, what was going to be a garage, which was built first, turned into our home. And I thought of it as a log cabin. There's a picture of me as a little girl … after a blizzard, almost half-buried in the snow with my Irish Setter dog (Peggy) who I loved dearly, it really has that feel with the log cabin behind me (Figure1). The land its