Ellis (nee McIntosh - fat-timid-and good natured)
Hamilton took our pictures - a group at
Charlotte
and one on Mt Marie. We also took them to the Pinnacle. Of course
they were all delighted. When they started back, Hamilton, Helen and I
started up to take the mail - We sailed. Helen
writing to Mary Mosher meanwhile. We
had a jolly "shop" at Mr. Jack's store - where I first heard his
famous story of the mouse and the water pail - With great diplomacy
we bought "beef" (or "mountain lamb" or "mutton from Wiarton" - (venison))
And I bought "3 cigars for a quarter" which were offered me for
nothing if I wd. smoke one. I also was weighed, 142 1/2 (142 in Rochester!)
and so were Helen and Hamilton. We then made a pilgrimage to the
lighthouse and the tower (a lovely view) and Mr. McDairt. The
keeper, told us about his troubles and his 13 children and "the missus"
got the milk for us, and as the Britannic was already in sight we
dashed back to "Bet" and tacked across numerously to the hotel pier.
While a battery of cameras were arrived from the "Britannic" on our brown
sail and red sweaters ("the uniform of St.
Helena".) We got there just in time to wave "Goodbye" to
our
7/29/03
Ellis (nee McIntosh - fat-timid-and good natured)
Hamilton took our pictures - a group at
Charlotte
and one on Mt Marie. We also took them to the Pinnacle. Of course
they were all delighted. When they started back, Hamilton, Helen and I
started up to take the mail - We sailed. Helen
writing to Mary Mosher meanwhile. We
had a jolly "shop" at Mr. Jack's store - where I first heard his
famous story of the mouse and the water pail - With great diplomacy
we bought "beef" (or "mountain lamb" or "mutton from Wiarton" - (venison))
And I bought "3 cigars for a quarter" which were offered me for
nothing if I wd. smoke one. I also was weighed, 142 1/2 (142 in Rochester!)
and so were Helen and Hamilton. We then made a pilgrimage to the
lighthouse and the tower (a lovely view) and Mr. McDairt. The
keeper, told us about his troubles and his 13 children and "the missus"
got the milk for us, and as the Britannic was already in sight we
dashed back to "Bet" and tacked across numerously to the hotel pier.
While a battery of cameras were arrived from the "Britannic" on our brown
sail and red sweaters ("the uniform of St.
Helena".) We got there just in time to wave "Goodbye" to
our
7/29/03
Ellis (nee McIntosh - fat-timid-and good natured)
Hamilton took our pictures - a group at
Charlotte
and one on Mt Marie. We also took them to the Pinnacle. Of course
they were all delighted. When they started back, Hamilton, Helen and I
started up to take the mail - We sailed. Helen
writing to Mary Mosher meanwhile. We
had a jolly "shop" at Mr. Jack's store - where I first heard his
famous story of the mouse and the water pail - With great diplomacy
we bought "beef" (or "mountain lamb" or "mutton from Wiarton" - (venison))
And I bought "3 cigars for a quarter" which were offered me for
nothing if I wd. smoke one. I also was weighed, 142 1/2 (142 in Rochester!)
and so were Helen and Hamilton. We then made a pilgrimage to the
lighthouse and the tower (a lovely view) and Mr. McDairt. The
keeper, told us about his troubles and his 13 children and "the missus"
got the milk for us, and as the Britannic was already in sight we
dashed back to "Bet" and tacked across numerously to the hotel pier.
While a battery of cameras were arrived from the "Britannic" on our brown
sail and red sweaters ("the uniform of St.
Helena".) We got there just in time to wave "Goodbye" to
our