After 55 years, I returned to the Kelley Farm which my cousin, Frank Duane Kelley (now in his 80s) still owns. To the left in the pasture runs Ward Brook, in Moretown, VT. When I was four or five, I spent an enchanted week there in the old farmhouse with his parents and mine.

We went through a stile in this pasture, which belonged to the cows and to King and Joe, the horses they used to work the farm.

There was a swimming hole among the high grass and wildflowers somewhere in this pasture. It had great granite rocks worn flat and smooth by ancient glaciers, and a tiny pool where water striders walked on water.

I was limited in time. No one quite remembered where the swimming hole was. But I see it clearly, and I have old and faded photos of the Kelley sisters and me, with braided hair, floating in an innertube.

I’ll be back to find it.

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  • Ruth Lambert
    Ruth Lambertabout 5 years ago

    Beautiful capture of an old dirt road and beautiful memories of by gone days……thanks for sharing your story!

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