Updates

 I don't mean to neglect the blog - but sometimes I get distracted and time gets away from me. Today I  had an email about wake boats. I'm passing on to you the link to more information about how the proposed regulations are going. Apparently there is still work to be done. So click HERE for the latest update.

Our weather is about to change - again. We still don't have much snow and that's a problem for some outdoor enthusiasts - but not so much for drivers and those of us who have to shovel the stuff. We have had a little rain, a little sleet, some icy conditions here and there, more gentle rain, and temperatures remain mostly above freezing. That is all due to change tomorrow, and we should be getting some snow. I intended to go to Danville for milk and a few other things today, but I got sidetracked and will put it off until tomorrow. Or Friday. I'm not entirely out of anything - but getting low. 

I've had interesting contacts with a couple of cousins this week - one in California who has not been impacted by the rain there, but lost part of a large oak tree on his property, due to fierce winds. He lives in the Sacramento area. He believes he is secure, even though his home is on a hill overlooking a river. I sure hope he's right!

Another cousin, in Shelburne, Vermont, questioned me about my grandmother Bolton's birthplace, and
in trying to answer that question, as sometimes happens, I ran into more questions and learned along the way. I knew she was born in Massachusetts, but I wasn't sure where (and I'm still not quite certain), but  I found the record in Boston, but the location of her birth was a place called Chickatawbut. As near as I can tell, this is a suburb, probably in Quincy. To further confuse things, her marriage record shows her birthplace as Neponsett, MA. Not only that, but she always said her birthday was actually on February 29th, but her parents gave her the 28th so she could celebrate it every year. I have no idea how or why her parents came to Vermont, but I do know she worked in some mills in Massachusetts when she was a young girl while her parents were living in Cabot and working occasionally for my grandfather. She visited her parents here on certain holidays, and married my grandfather on her 15th birthday. He was 30. The rest, as they say, is history. The photo above was taken when they visited Washington, DC - they are in the 2nd row from the front, my grandfather is the young man with the generous mustache, and she is the prim young woman beside him. She doesn't look very happy - but nobody on that streetcar does!

 Stay warm, dry and safe, wherever you are, and be happy!