Most of these pictures were taken on the back end of the farm on October 4, 2006 ---
The farm runs down to the salt water of Long Cove and up Jones's Brook to Route 73. I don't know why you would want to go out there, because it is almost a mile walk each way
and everywhere you look the place is cluttered up with big rocks and trees. I suppose walking in the woods might appeal
to you if you don't care for the wrestling and game shows on television.
In 1970 I bought this farm from one of mother's third cousins. I've never considered myself the owner, but merely the steward who would hopefully pass it along to the next
generation, intact and in as good or better condition than when I moved onto it.
I think of this farm as Larkin Gilchrest's place. He was a cousin to my great grandfather and if you go out back with a metal detector you can find things Lark lost 140 years ago. I'm still
sitting in Lark's chair and using his table.
My neighbors on all sides are selling off what used to be woodland for houselots. It is my hope that in 100 years my farm will be to St. George what Central Park is to New York City: it will be the only place in town where you can go to get mugged or ravished.
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