A few months ago, I was sent (in regular mail!) a letter which asked me to attend an informal meeting about the 275th anniversary of Grafton’s founding. Being a curious type, and it being news, I went.
I also came down with H1N1 that night, but I don’t think it was connected.
Having been to one meeting, and having offered to help out with publicity, I went to another meeting. And another. Next thing I knew, my name was on a list that went before the Board of Selectmen for the “official” committee.
Today was the kicker, though.
I had to raise my right hand and solemnly swear, “so help me God,” that I’d uphold the business of the town of Grafton. I signed a bunch of things and received my very own copy of the Open Meeting Law. I even get to take an online ethics class, for which I need to submit a form to the town clerk providing that I now have ethics.
Who knew Grafton re-instated the draft?
One interesting thing, for me at least, is the committee has been holding its meetings all over town in various historic sites. I had never set foot in the Farnumsville Firehouse, for example, and it’s really cool on the inside — the upstairs reminded me of my great-great cousin Ethel’s house, had Ethel engaged in taxidermy. It was just filled with all kinds of eclectic objects and chairs and it was just a neat place.
And I’m sure Ethel would have been all over the firehouse’s stuffed porcupine. It pleases me to think of my genteel relative happily hunting, maybe with a crossbow, and turning her prey into parlor decor. Ethel would have slapped a doily on that sucker, though.