It is the spot where one Capt. Sam Greele, a Town Selectman during the birth of the Town, was struck by a dead tree while riding to a town meeting. He fell from his horse and was killed. The monument was erected by his sons in 1838, and still stands, well cared for, today. It is surrounded by a small wrought iron fence, decorated with flowers and ribbons. This old byway at one time must have been the major thorough fare to the town. Hard to believe and envision now, with a two lane blacktop with a 50 mph speed limit not 2 miles away.

Road maintained? or not?

We spent the better part of 3 hours driving rather aimlessly, enjoying looking at old homes in various states of upkeep. Our county is full of old gravel roads, some unmaintained, some well maintained, that bring back to the past. Back when homes were built with doorsteps practically within arms reach of the edge of the road. We travel the roads, much slower than the posted limit in order to keep the dust cloud trailing us to a minimum. Wave to the people tending their gardens, or walking on the side of the road, to those also out enjoying a beautiful late summers afternoon.

Drives like this, spending time in the quiet back roads of New England, always make me wonder if I would have lived the simpler life well. I forever find myself wishing my life would slow down… too many emails that demand instant replies, on demand music… on demand TV. But then, I find myself seeking out information about distant travel, or searching for pdf’s to diagram the part of my truck I’m trying to fix and I realize that it’s a great time we live in. So much to see, and so much to learn. But for an afternoon, we can be back in time.

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