We had to cross Wilbur Ewen's land (the Ewen farm was where Mike and Barb Pupino live now, and included all of Sandy Beach Road area, Helen Morrison's and where Encarnacion's lived, as well as where we live now) to get to the beach, now part of either George and Pat Parizo's shoreline or that of Richard and



As the sun disappeared behind the hill, we would head back up the hill, hurrying to get home before dark. That was when we paid attention to the night sounds - birds settling, a tree frog trilling, the sound of automobiles on Route 2, or a motorboat on the pond. And there was the smell of newly mowed hay and the pungent wet earth smell of the pasture where our young cattle were. The pasture was where Randall's house is now, directly across from where our house is now. The cattle, a friendly bunch, responded readily to our "Come boss! Come boss!" and would follow along the fence until we turned up the road that went up the hill from where our mailbox is now - a short route to the farm, open only in the summer. They would stand by the fence, watching us out of sight, probably wondering why they didn't get something more than a pat on their noses after being called.
There was a big beechnut tree a little way up the road and we would break off a twig and chew the minty bark as we trudged along in our wet bathing suits. I imagine we arrived home as dusty and hot as we'd been before we plunged into the pond. At the top of the hill the road was no longer tree-lined, but ran between wide open, newly cut hay fields. Our big barn loomed on the side hill ahead of us, and we could see the lights of home, the Maynard's farm and the Desmaris farm across the fields past the Plains School on the road to Cabot Village. There were different sounds here - a mooing cow, a dog barking, crickets in the grass beside the road. The woodsy odors changed to the smell of hay and the lingering heat of the day.
My cousins climbed turned up the driveway to my grandparents' and I continued the short distance down to our house. We'd be up early the next morning to do interesting things all day - and if it was hot, go swimming in the pond again that evening.
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