Here's another project that SonShineIn completed, with a little help from Onkel Hankie Pants and Mr. World Domination (my nephew). One of the many places we pay property taxes is Harpswell, on this little shack and a tiny bit of land around it that we inherited. We call it Chudleigh Hall. Here it is in the 1970s:
It's a long story, believe me, you don't want to read it right now. Anyway, on this property Brother #2 had left a pile of granite and marble remnants he had come by in his work as a house painter. And they needed to come off the property. The Herbalist had a plan for some of them in the woods (I don't know the plan) but I called one scrap for a pastry slab. SSI, OHP and MWD went down to Harpswell, manhandled the slabs into the car, and got them to Bowdoinham, and SonShineIn chose the smallest and best conditioned for me, brought it home (it must weigh at least 50 lbs.), cleaned it up, bought some pads for the bottom, and voila! I was able to make a rhubarb pie to thank him. Here it is:
Now we're going to go upstairs
and watch Gone Baby Gone.
Chanukah Mysteries // Hanukkah Crime Fiction
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Just to set the record straight: Onkel Hankie Pants did go down to Harpswell, but Onkel Hankie Pants doesn't do slabs. He loves to watch others manhandle them, though. And the watching was great that day. By the way, your readers might be interested in seeing a current picture of Chudleigh Hall to compare with the one from 30 years ago. It would show how fast the trees grow in Maine.
Hooray for me!
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