We stopped to pick up the mail on our way to Waterford to have dinner with Bill and Monika Saturday night. Bob and Theresa were at the landing by the bridge - that's Bob heading into Joe's Pond Country Store, and Theresa's in the boat with Casey. There was plenty of water going under the bridge (see picture below) - and while we were at Bill's there was another hard rain, just like tonight - after dark we get the downpours. Seems like things are going to remain soggy for a while yet. The forecast looks a little better for next week, but there still are showers forecast nearly every day.

Today has been pretty quiet. I went to the historical society building in Cabot this afternoon, delivered some DVDs of the pictures I've been working on and picked up more material to scan. We had a few visitors while I was there, and Bonnie Dannenberg found a picture of Olive (Stone) Gould (1844-1924) in a box we hadn't realized was there. I took a picture of the picture and here you can see how we found her and what she looked like after I brought her home and cleaned her up. Her parents were Walter and Mary (Sampson) Stone, and she married George Gould. She was Edwin Gould's mother and they lived on a farm in Lower Cabot, next to the cemetery. That stretch of road leading from the farm past Amanda's Greenhouse is called Gould Flat. The frame may be a lost cause unless we can find a professional to restore it, but we hope to have her picture displayed soon, both on the wall at the museum and in one of our albums.

I found a couple of obituaries on members of the Heath family and will send copies to a woman who requested information last week. We have no less than 48 Heaths buried in our cemeteries, but so far I haven't found any of the names she gave me. Obits often have a lot of information that will help connect branches of the family or survivors who may have information, so perhaps what I found today will help.

Jamie told us today about a family of turkeys, a hen and five chicks they've been seeing at their house above us. We haven't seen her, but Jamie said Otto keeps close track of them. Otto is still a puppy, but is already a big dog with an even bigger voice. It's probably the coon hound in him. It's surprising the hen would bring her chicks anywhere near if he barks, but I think there are berries and lots of bugs for them to feed on in Jamie's field.

Otto is still going to doggie-daycare a couple times a week and Jamie says he loves playing with the two or three poodles that go there. It's a poodle-party. Otto comes home completely tuckered out. Jamie and Marie think it's good for him to associate with other dogs and don't like to leave him alone at home all day unless they have to. Fred usually goes up to check on him on days he doesn't go to day care. I think our cat, Woodpile, probably stops by on days Otto is outside, too. Woody really likes dogs, but doesn't tolerate other cats at all. Jamie and Marie have a really feisty cat, Ricco, and even though Woody is bigger and stronger, we think Ricco beats the daylights out of him when he wanders too close. Ricco is Otto's best friend, so there's probably a bit of jealousy there.

I hope you've all had a nice weekend, and that the week ahead is memorable for you. Think "sunshine and warm breezes"!