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July 2, 2014

The house we lived in for most of the year was an old one, the foundations very old.  Local legend had it that the five acre parcel we lived on was the pay a Revolutionary War soldier received for his service instead of money, and that the stone foundation (which flooded every spring as the snow melted) dated back to those days.  The rest of the house was built in about 1820.  I loved my cozy little room under the eaves, with its window seat my father built, overlooking the hills that gave our house its name of “Fox Hill”.