The citizen. [volume] (Berea, Ky.) 1899-1958, 1920-07-08

PRES. FROST IN MAINE
Letter from VIM. Goodell Frost

We slipped away from Berea JUS
week after Commencement, feel
ing more care-free than for many
many years. And from our far.
distant summer home send greet
ings TO all our friends.
We came TO Maine because II is
cool here. and because the air is
supposed TO be better for us here
at sea-leVel than in the mountains
of Kentucky, and because Miss
Welsh found a good place for us
near her own home.
We made the journey as easily
as possible, both Of us having been
unusually unwell. since Commence
ment. We spent the first night in
Cincinnati. where Edith left us on
her way TO her hospital work near
Chicago. The next night we spent
in Cleveland. This enabled us 10
pass through western New York in
the daytime, where I saw from the
car windows some Of the villages
in which | lived as a child, and the
old home of my grandfather and
great grandfather. Amansa Frost,
near Rochester. The growth of trees
had greatly changed the landscape
and il was strange TO look at those
scenes and realize that all the
people I had known then were now
gone, so that il I should step out
of the train and walk those streets,
I should be a stranger.
We reached Albany that night and
had time to walk up to the state
capital before taking night train
for Boston. Albany is a city of
very steep hills, and very green
lawns. In the statehouse is a
statue of the great educator, Shell
don, and in front of it a mounted
statue Of Gen. Phil. Sheridan.
In Boston we had only an hour
to get across the city TO take our
train to Bath. Mrs. Frost and Miss
Morrow went by the elevated
strhet railway" while I hired a
truckman to take our trunks so as
to be sure they were with us. The
man was an Italian, who really did
not know the way. I sat beside
him, for I did not dare lose sight
of our trunks. He drove off into
the Italian quarter, where he could
enquire the way TO the North Sta
tion. But we got there all right
and had a pleasant morning ride
through the edge Of New Hamp-
shire, to Portland. Maine, where we
stopped for lunch. and then to Bath.
Here again we had to get a truck
man TO take our trunks from the
train to the boat, and began an
interesting voyage through rivers
and ocean inlets, to Sawyers Island,
where the boat made a special stop
for us at half past four Saturday
Walking half a mile from the
dock, we found our summer cottage.
and without a chin
ney, but with an oil stove and other
necessary furnishings. Sawyers
Island contains about 600 acres,
half of which is too rocky to pillow,
and a dozen comfortable farm
houses, several of them build in
The northern fashion, with a wood
shed connecting the house with the
well-built barn, so that in cold and
stormy weather a man may tend
his stock without going out of doors.
The fences are stone walls. But OF
Ihese dozen houses, only two are
now permanently occupied. The
arms have fallen into neglect, the
families ceased TO raise children,
and the people have wandered Off
10 the cities, or TO sea, or gone west.
There were once ninety children
III 'h' iSidlu' anu lHt Spleuuiu
'choOlhouse still stands. But its
doorstep has rotted away and there
has been no school for a dozen
years.
For the summer season, a few
people stray back TO their old home
'teads, and few summer people,"
ike ourselves, come. But this
sland is away from the places of
fashionable resort" and very quiet.
We can always see sail boat or
wo and hear the chug of a motor
'oat. Across the water looms up one
arge summer hotel, which, how
'ver, has not yet been opened for
his season. The rural mail carrier
ZONES in his auto once a day, but
Ne have TO walk over a mile to
Ind store or a church house and
n fact leave the island by a long
iraw-bridge.
Boston is little more than 1000
niles from Berea and il is about