by Telemanarcer » Thu Nov 03, 2011 7:28 am
Was walking with my wife up in Robert Frost land yesterday. Old cellar holes, the schoolhouse gone, my Grandparents old farm gone, many "boulder quarries," scattered about, in a wonderful hardwood world with old and crumbling stone walls. Down by Ainsworthtown, looked to where Guy and Newellen two hermits lived back some 50 years ago. Was a tarpaper shack and my uncle used to bring them goodies as the winter up there was long and harsh. Continued on and contemplated the civil war abandoned celler holes with a swamp on the left and hardwood ridges on the right. Continued on up to Buck Lake, sat and reminised about canoe and beavers slapping their tails....headed back the sun warm on our backs. Teleman