I thought you might like to see what the new tickets look like, so here's a picture. Pretty, aren't they? Bright and spring-like. They'll look nice tucked into greeting cards or Christmas stockings.It's been a really pleasant day here. The sun stayed out most of the day and there was a lovely brisk wind. Great for sailing, and for working outside. The black flies didn't have a chance except to bump into us accidentally as they blew about in the wind. I guess they literally lay low when the wind is strong like today.
Our nephew and his wife and three-year-old daughter came for lunch, and later I worked in the garden for a little while and Fred worked at splitting up the wood from the two trees he took down last week. The wind had died a bit and the little black pests were swarming over me, (the don't bother Fred so much) but the Crocodile bug repellent seemed to keep them at bay. Digging in the earth was a nice break from working with the historical stuff. Back at it tomorrow, though.
Here's a picture of a man some of you may remember. He was a familiar figure parked alongside an open field in the summer, waiting for a woodchuck to appear. He spent lots of time driving slowly along the back roads, keeping a keen eye out for game - mostly woodchucks. He kept the 'chuck population down, and I guess hunted just about everything else that was legal during his lifetime. His name is Paul Cornell and he lived in Cabot. This photo was taken in 1989. Joe's Ponder Don Powell used to get a kick out of talking with Paul; I guess he was something of a character. Anyway, I found this photo among papers in a drawer at West Hill School yesterday. I don't have any idea how it happened to be there, but it will now have it's place in one of our albums, safely preserved. Happy hunting, Paul!
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