From Shelburne Falls, we headed east–stopping en route in Montague, MA, to visit with Jeremy’s pal from Brown, Peter Masi. Pete taught Jeremy everything he knows about radio, back in 1972. Now he runs his own business selling old books and paper.
Our final, most northern destination was Brunswick, ME, home to two of Jeremy’s aunts: Lydia Horton and Sophia (aka, Sally) Pfeiffer. Lydia and Sally retired there years ago and Lydia’s 1810 house has an apartment in the back. During the academic year, the apartment houses Bowdoin students (the campus is literally across the street), but in the summer she makes it available to Butlers looking to escape the heat. Mom and Dad have been spending a good chunk of the summer there for 6 or 7 years.
This year, they arrived the same day the Butler-Galbraith Family did (18 July). They gave us the apartment for a week and they stayed in the main part of the house with Lydia.
Three Jeremys asmilin’ in the Horton apartment (Jeremy Ian is in a high chair that Mom and Dad rented):
We even ventured to a beach. Presuming that the water would be too cold to swim in, we neglected to bring bathing suits or towels or even a spare diaper. To our surprise, the water was quite temperate and Ian greatly enjoyed his first “swim” (wade, really) in the Atlantic–bottomless (Ian, not the Atlantic). He particularly enjoyed squishing the sand in his hands and only ate a very little bit of it.