I just realized I had some pictures from early last week that were just languishing on my desktop.
This is the house Bob C. mentioned a couple weeks back, on Pratts Pond, where a former Ethan Allen gun factory (no, not that Ethan Allen — this was the lesser known Ethan Allen of Bellingham) was revamped into a home.
When we first moved to Grafton not that long ago (we moved in the day after the 2004 Super Bowl and watched the Red Sox win the World Series here that fall and in 2007 — I guess our moving to Grafton is what clinched it for Boston teams, right?), this was a decaying ruin.
Ooh, there are pictures at that fabulous Grafton history site here.
It must be nice to go to sleep at night with the sound of the water running outside your window.
Or maybe it isn’t. Maybe it’s really a pain in the neck. I don’t think I’m ever going to know, but I’ll lean on the side of “nice.”