Arline Flood
We survived the blizzard of 2013! The giant snowbanks are back except around the back of the house and the snow drifted away from the building about 6 feet and the ground is bare. I wish it had happened in the driveway. The light fluffy snow blew off the trees and we kept the power on except for one burp. All the clocks needed to be reset on the microwave and stove. The churches mostly were cancelled for this Sunday to give folks a chance to dig out. We’re getting a little tired of staying in so we’re taking a gift certificate and going out to dinner.
The Selectboard meeting was cancelled on Thursday night because of the conflict of interest and rescheduled for this week, February 14th at 6:30 pm.
When I read Dottie Johnson’s stories, and even though I have a few years on her, they take me back to the life we lived while I was growing up in the country. There wasn’t any power line out here until the 1940’s and life was like she describes it so well. I was the East Ridge School janitor when I was 11-12 years old, walking down  dirt roads a mile and a quarter by myself to unlock the doors, sweep the floors and most important, carry in wood for the pot-bellied stove and start the fires. I loved this job and received $2 weekly for this chore. Water was carried from a spring, where else, down the hill and off a path into the woods. This was given to two different students a week at a time. Then it was poured into a earthen crock to keep cold. The black boards and erasers were also kept clean by the students. Some of the teachers that I loved were Aunt Evelyn (Flood) Pottle, Edna McArthur and Olive Edgerly Flood, also Zela Reynolds. When I went on to high school in Calais, my brother inherited the job. I followed Maxine (Dodge) Arbo. Now the law wouldn’t allow children to do this kind of work. I remember my sister Louise taking the state test in the seventh grade and passing into the ninth grade. I’ve always been proud of this little sister.
On Wednesday, while driving through Princeton, we were surprised to see a herd of deer grazing in a field. We have not seen any turkeys since last fall and that was in Princeton. The wildest life we have here is when the stray ghost cat charges out of the garage when we start the car. He’s sleeping upstairs on some old clothes.