It had been hard work, taking many weeks, but the rewards were great. The dyke held. Jean Melanson and his boys spent hours between the tides, piling earth and sods in exactly the right configuration. A wooden sluice near the base of the mound, controlling the sea water like a drain plug, would help the family claim fertile salt marsh. Soon, he would grow hay here, seizing his new farmland from...
As I rode today, I caught glimpses of Castle Frederick gleaming against the lush green fields and forests of Falmouth. It only increased my anticipation of arriving at the mansion. But nothing prepared me for the surprising, round observatory on the hill opposite the large house. Its glass eye pointed to the horizon, awaiting the full moon’s rise. Drawing nearer, I wondered what splendours we...
As he did every day, Acadia’s Dr. Horace Greely Perry headed up the steep hill, entered the Observatory, and took measurements. He wrote comments in the ledger for September 16, 1934. “Fair & warm” “Light N, NE winds” Dr. Perry gathered these readings twice daily, at 8am and 8pm. Today’s notes specified “54F” (or 12C) in the morning and “60F” (or 15C) in the evening. The day’s extreme...
