Lorence and Lorena Blaisdell owned this house and surrounding property once upon a time. There used to be a barn and a few outbuildings on the other side of the house from this viewing angle. My mother, and her siblings all grew up here. I spent many nights here as a child, and my grandmother would play "this little piggy" with my toes while I was lying in bed saying goodnight. A drumlin is directly across the road, and when I was a child, the hill was baren of brush and trees for the most part. At the top of the hill was a pile of field stones that I would make forts out of. Every winter the snow would drift across the top of the drumlin and we would climb up the hill to slide down. Gramma would watch us out the window, and when we got cold, we would all pile into the house soaking wet, take off our boots and bread bags from out feet, and stand over the top of a huge floor grate that was in the living room to get warm. Oh, there was a pond in the field behind the house, and if things went just right, one could slide down the hill, across the road, through the gate, past the barn and all the way to the pond. Many molasses cookies, and chocolate chip cookies which gramma baked were had with milk fresh from the cows in the barn. I haven't spent a night in the house since probably 1972. I hope someone else has as many good memories there as I do.