MESSAGE of the day -Today we are bracing for hurricane Milton. It's John Lennon's birthday so to all my family, close pals and Friends of the Mills wishing you happiness and safe journeys. *******"Just imagine Imagine all the people Livin' life in peace"
Taken from my INTRODUCTION Moving to Marstons Mills
I was familiar with the Mills since I often visited friends who lived in the small bungalow house on River Rd, which closely intersected with Bog Rd. Before the building boom in the early 80s, the Mills was like going to the country. Some homes were so spread apart you might catch your neighbor in the car driving drive by. It seemed like a place where a family could lay down roots and enjoy a quiet, peaceful life.
The Mills is unlike some of the more known places on Cape Cod. It doesn’t border on the ocean's waters. Still, its ponds, lakes, and bogs give its residents an idyllic lifestyle— unique and country-like. Through all the years of creating memories, there are some that I cherish and a few sad experiences that are hard to forget.
Some quotes from the stories:
Running wild and free without boundaries was their favorite way to be. They were fearless, keeping low to the ground on dry leaves, weaving in and out between the thin oaks and pine trees. They sounded like stage horses galloping breathlessly until the noise weakened to an absolute silence— only to vanish before our eyes.
The spotty dogs were anything but smooth. Life was definitely rocky with them in it. But in the end, the bumpy road may give us a fuller life —inspiring us to tell our story along the way.—Finding Love on Long Pond
“I am a skeptic with a sprinkling of the divine.”
Despite his love of history, he didn’t think globally. He was home-grown like the tomatoes in his garden. He respected the land he lived on, his community, and the country he fought for. Unknowingly, he is a citizen of the world with a zip code of 02648 in a village and not a town. He is a single dot, a pixel of a completed universal portrait. —Winter Fish, The Story of Dashiell Strange
I wondered how many others over a hundred years have found themselves bewitched by the music or words spoken inside this simple building created to unite people.
—The lyrics we heard reminded us it was the world we lived in, good or bad; we belonged in it, and so did the music.— Give Me Coffee, Music, and the Pursuit of Happiness at Liberty Hall
It’s hard to imagine no moreglorious Tuesdays. They stopped right after the arrest twelve months ago. And now Tuesdays are nothing special―like any day between Monday and Wednesday.
A mix of tribal folklore and superstition has lingered throughout these floors and walls for years. Tales told by employees familiar with the history often pointed to the same menacing spot —the center of the building’shallway outside the kitchen. Imagine the numerous poltergeists that have roamed these halls. —In The Company of Listeners
