My friend Susan Bruce sent these two sweet, old Dunbarton stories. Thanks, Susan -- and happy town meeting season!
Approximately 40 years ago, my friend Lynda stopped in to visit her mother in Dunbarton. Mom had just been to some event that resulted in her bringing home a dozen donuts. A man was there pumping the septic, and had his two little boys with him. He finished up and went in to be paid, and Mom offered them a donut. The boys happily accepted, as did the man. Mom showed him the way to the bathroom to wash his hands, and he said thanks, but he wasn't going to bother, since they'd just get dirty again at the next job.
Lynda had a conversation with the Road Agent some years ago about the sanding hills in winter. She questioned the methodology the road crew was using. He told her that his crew sanded the uphill side of the roads.
Which somehow reminds me of another story: a mountain story. When asked by a hiker if a certain mountain trail was steep, the local replied: “If anything, it leans forward a little."
This time of year, feels like it’s all uphill all the time. I'm still waiting for March to march out like a lamb.