Posting a photo of the little white church at Belmont today,
I was suddenly back there revisiting those summers; I kept picturing you
running with buckets of water along the path on the island,coming back from the
pump - singing a hymn at the top of your lungs - no drinking water except from
the well, so it was a must, but you were so scared of snakes and someone had
seen one on the path that day...Bill and I, too young to help - giggling our
fool heads off in the cottage.
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