It was another windy Sunday in May. I was confined to the house until 4 when I drove over to Birch Hill. "No campfire!" In turn I did my circuit around New Braintree down to North Brookfield. I drove up to Bates Observatory then to St. Joseph Cemetery. Every now and then I reflect on the myriad of grandfathers and grandmothers buried. PAUL WINE, my great- great grandfather died in 1912.
Upon return Josh came by reporting "he DID have a campfire and was greeted by a blinding squall at 8:30 PM." Earlier we had ice pellets. Where oh where is Spring?
I enjoyed listening to ELTON JOHN video and ABBA earlier on channel 811 Reelz.
Monday laundry as usual.
ROBERT LOUIS POTVIN
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| Bob & Mother Rita c.1991 |
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