Just down past the Rock Pond, and across the field, the lake appears to the south. It had been a lake once before.Â
My dad inherited the land where I live when his father died in 1929. He was just eighteen years old. His older brother received the land across the fence, but chose to sell it to go into business. But my dad held on to his, paid the taxes for decades before he returned to the land to retire. When he and my mother arrived for keeps, the first thing he told her
