It was such a pretty day today, it was hard to stay inside. I was busy in the office all morning, but after lunch we walked down to see how the construction gangs were doing. Of course they were all working in high gear to get as much done as possible while the weather was good. It gives new meaning to "making hay while the sun shines."

They have made good progress on the LaGue house, (top picture) with most of the roof in place. We didn't want to disrupt their rhythm, so we didn't stop to talk, just waved and said "Hi," and continued on. We took this second picture from down the road at the side next to Ricker's.


Down the road, the Gagne house has most of the roofs now in place, too. We are able to see better how it's going to look when it's finished. We were surprised as we walked down the road and got our first glimpse of it - it sort of looked like a whole village with all the roof lines. From the other side, looking at it from in front of Bouchard's, it looks entirely different. (See below.)

That crew there was humming right along, too, and we didn't stop except to take a few pictures. Both crews are looking forward to a few days of really pleasant (spelled d-r-y!) weather which will enable them to get things closed in.

Further down Sandy Beach Road, Brad Rouleau was getting some firewood. Otherwise, things were pretty quiet around the pond. There was a brisk wind coming down the pond and the water was an intense blue - very pretty, but the wind was cold, and with out of the sun the temperature was only about 38 degrees, so we wanted to keep moving, too.

We had stopped at Walter Ruf's earlier to check the water level. It was 5 inches below the top of his cement retaining wall - from what he's told us, that's about where it stays during the summer. It was one of those times when it was difficult to get a good reading because of the waves, but I did the best I could, using my short six-inch ruler.

After we got back home, I opened a letter Marvie Domey had brought earlier today from the gentleman in Florida who is looking for information on the Perry family. I have the information he needs, but he also asked for photos of the gravestones. It was after 3 o'clock and already the temperature was beginning to drop, so we hopped in the car and headed for West Hill Cemetery by the Bothfeld farm on the other side of town, hoping to get there while there was still some sunshine to warm things some. West Hill gets almost as much wind as Cabot Plain, I think, so in spite of the sunshine, we were still pretty wind blown and cold by the time we'd photographed the eight or more gravestones.

These headstones are mostly Perrys, at least eight or 10 of them, in this one row. It's strange that no matter how many times I go to our cemeteries or look at the records of burials, I always find something I hadn't seen before. I had been puzzled about why someone by the name of King was buried in this row with all the Perry family members. But when I got home and examined the pictures, I realized that Sarah King and Abigail Perry were twin sisters named Grant. Both were born in 1810, Sarah died in August of 1883, and her sister Abigail died in January of 1884.

Adolphus and Abigail Perry lost two little girls, Martha Ann, 4, died on Dec. 30, 1840, and her sister Julia, barely 2, died on Jan. 5, 1841. There would have been little anyone could do to save those children. They probably died of the flu or pneumonia.

The man my Florida friend was most interested in was Capt. Benjamin Perry, who was born in 1742 and died in 1829. He was in the Revolutionary War, but as near as we can tell, didn't come to live in Cabot until late in his life. Apparently his son, Rev. Nathaniel Perry settled here with his wife, Sarah.

This picture is looking southeast as we were coming off West Hill headed back to Cabot Village. Rt. 2 is in between the ridges someplace, and beyond that, Barre, I guess. The view was beautiful in any direction we looked.

Before we came home, we went to the Sousa farm to see if anything had changed at the silo where the cell tower is. The "box" is not there, and the man who lives at the farm now said it would be a couple of months before it arrives. In two months, they may find it difficult to even get up there to the silo, let alone work out in the wind and cold to install the equipment. We'll wait and see how that goes.