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How an 8 Party Line, Hatbox Car and 2 Farm Kids Saved the Elliot House

Posted on March 31, 2016 by

A Walden Farm Tale – Gramps and Viv Walden One five, ring twelve was our number at Walden Farm. It rang one long ring and two short. Sometimes my sister Lambie and I would pick up when other people were … Continue reading →

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He Raised the Roof for Her – an Everyday Valentine

Posted on February 14, 2016 by

She was a fine looking New England woman and he was a quiet man with a mustache.     It was a marriage made in Maine and from all reports a long and happy union. Abby was one of the famous … Continue reading →

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In Which Gramps and I Go Remembering

Posted on September 29, 2015 by

Yesterday, Gramps and I went remembering. We stood at the shore of Lower Wilson Pond and as we looked out at the water, he pointed to a spot.  “There, right there”, he said, “I learned to swim.” That was 88 … Continue reading →

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Our Famous Gramps has a Birthday!

Posted on July 21, 2015 by

Gramps throws around the word, famous, often. I have learned that words are relative so when he tells me someone is famous I take it from whence it comes. For example, in Gramps’ youth, the young girls from Willimantic were … Continue reading →

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The Miserable Wonderful Fishing Day with Uncle Stan – and his woods coffee recipe

Posted on March 25, 2015 by

The making of Uncle Stan’s woods coffee is an exact science. First, take an old blackened coffee pot. Put in some coffee and sugar. Add an egg, smashed shell and all. Stir around and put the whole thing in your knapsack … Continue reading →

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Storing our 1914 Evinrude Motor in Wilson Pond for the Winter

Posted on February 3, 2015 by

Gramp’s father was Harold George Walden, most often referred to as HG. This is one of his hunting adventures that I think deserves a telling. Gramps was about 8 years old at the time of this story so this is … Continue reading →

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