On
the back gravel road from the East Side to L'Archeveque you pass this
small pond that is gradually being filled in with the growth of water
plants and fine but continuous sediments building on the bottom. Long
years past, a small dam - the road rides on the crest of it -
labouriously built without machinery created the small pond with the
diverted water used to turn a large mill stone. I am not sure how many
years the mill was in service but it was long gone when I lived here in
the late '70s - all except for two large round milling stones that were
nearly covered by soil accumulation. The stones are now gone, being
taken for some road entrance decoration somewhere I'm sure - but I wish
they were still here giving further credence to the memory of the mill
and the men and women who lived in this vigorous community of the late
1800's and early 1900's - a community that stretched for miles along the
shore and inland to lakes and streams, hundred acre lots with house and
barn and small hay fields and in each clustered grouping a church, a
town meeting building, a small school building - and here and there a
mill for flour or for sawing boards and lumber . A hard life but free.

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