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![]() I wonder if anybody remembers the large stone that formed the border between the "grove" (really, a picnic area) and the lawn on the south (left) side of the house at the Farm. It was a large, flat stone, about two and a half feet long, about a foot or so high, flat on top, so that you could sit on it. return home Here's a picture of the stone, taken recently. It formed the border between the area where bushes sort of fenced off the grove area, used only for picnics. Frequently, as a young boy, on warm days at the Farm, I would sit on the stone. It was then, around 1960, when I was 3, that I noticed that the stone had a small hole drilled into the top of it. One day, when I had a couple of old-fashioned toy marbles, I dropped one of them into that hole. I was not able to get it out, but I could see it, surrounded by dirt. It is an orange and white opaque glass marble. Over the years of my growing up near the farm, frequently I would check the hole to see if the marble was still there. Regretfully, when I made a visit to the farm in 1993, the last time I was in the house, I forgot to check the marble. It had still been visible when I checked it in my college years, however (mid-1970's). Recently, Dad and I made an unauthorized visit to the land the farm once sat on. Regretfully, not much is left, no more than depressions in the earth where the ancient houses and barns stood. Poison ivy and trees have begun to even reclaim some of the lawns. I remembered the stone, and, sure enough, hidden among the undergrowth, the stone is still there, in its old spot. So was the hole. I looked into the hole. Completely filled with dirt, no marble visible. Furiously, I tried to clean out the dirt, but it was no use. However, there was enough resistance to my little finger (the only finger that would fit in the hole) that I believe that the marble is still there. Anyone want to hazard a guess about whether the marble is still there? Email me at Jim's email I look forward to hearing your comments on this mystery. Return Home Mr. Webmaster | What's New | People | Pictures of the Farmhouse | Pictures of the Barns | Pictures of the Grounds | Odds and Ends | Souvenirs | FAQ | Contact Us | mcgrailfarm.com web log | The Sale of the Farm | |
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