On last week’s autumn trek, I passed by the family homestead of Roger’s grandmother.
It’s a few miles from our home but we don’t often drive that way.
I’ve never taken a picture of it before, but the sight of the massive sugar maples stopped my car like magic. The golden foliage almost completely obscured the house – I’ll have to go back in a week or so when the leaves fall and take another picture just for posterity.
After I parked the car and snapped a few pictures of the tree, I noticed something that I had never noticed before – a long, low, sandstone wall in front of the house.
The stones are old – very old.
Most old Island homes had sandstone foundations. The stones were cut by hand. Many of those foundations have been replaced with cement basements now. Often people will use the old stones in landscaping and garden design.
This wall was most likely made with the original foundational stones of this house.
Foundational stones that were maybe, just maybe, shaped by my children’s great-great-great grandfather’s hands.
Now that’s something to think about.