I think I brought it on myself, though. Sometime yesterday I uttered those fateful words, "everything's under control" and then, naturally, old Murphy couldn't resist throwing me a test crisis or two - or three. Now, problems apparently solved, I'm not saying it, but I'm definitely thinking "everything is NOW under control."
I'd only met with a couple of problems yesterday, so this morning when I headed to Cabot to tie up loose ends, I took time to visit and enjoy one of my favorite spots, the Center of Town. It's at the crossroads where Menard Road and Old Center Road meet Danville Hill Road. It's really a lovely spot and I like to imagine what it was like when the town fathers picked up their meeting house on Shepard's Hill (where the Cabot Plain Cemetery is now) and moved, lock, stock and whiskey barrels, off the wind-swept hill to the geographic center of the town to set up shop. Of course, the hardy settlers who had struggled for 20 years or so on the Plain were unhappy about the move and talked about setting up their own town government, but they had more serious concerns such as hanging onto the land they had worked hard to clear to build homes and plant crops on, so they went along with the change, but the folks on the Plain kept as much of their independence as possible, many of them taking their business to West Danville instead of Cabot Village.
The settlement at the Center of Town moved again after about 50 years, down to the present location. One old timer grumbled they had moved to the swamp.


Since 1901, Old Home Week in Cabot has been a week of parties, picnics and plays. Sugar on snow, picnics at the Center of Town, 3-act plays, teas at the Judith Lyford Woman's Club, and people dressed up for church - in later years wearing costumes from the early 1900's. We have lots of those pictures. And people came from all over to spend that week, and probably longer, visiting friends and family in town. They came literally by the hundreds.

I went from the Center of Town to the West Hill School, the first stop on our tour on Saturday. It, too, is a very pleasant place to visit. The school may be a bit nicer than it actually was when there were students going there. Or perhaps it just seems that way because the weather was nice today. I expect in the middle of winter it would be drafty and gloomy, missing only the smell of wet wool and leather drying by the big iron wood stove.
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