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July 27, 2006



From the encyclopaedia I gathered this information that the northern quahog was fished by native North Americans during prehistoric periods. They used the meats as food and the shells as scrapers and utensils.


Some of us have salt water in our veins. My idea of heaven is a pebbly shore and a southwest breeze - something available evry day when I am at Windrock. If you do get a hankering for the sea and this particular piece of it is appealing, we actually rent out a guest cottage next to the big house to help defray the considerable expenses of keeping the property in the family. I posted on this back in June at http://greensleeves.typepad.com/berkshires/2006/06/windrock.html#comments


All of this is quite foreign to me. I am a Midwesterner. I've seen the ocean once in 55 years (not counting glimpses from airplane windows)! That's pitiful, isn't it?! Really, I should make an effort to go and experience the seashore a few times before I get too old.

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