Summer hoopla: the century-old edition


One hundred years ago, on a Saturday in June, the folks from two little New England churches got together at the lake to celebrate their annual summer picnic.

And in the games and general merriment before the picnic hampers were unpacked, one athletic senior citizen won bragging rights and a nifty silver-stamped white silk-satin ribbon for his skill at throwing a base ball.


A “base ball” is what you youngsters would call a “baseball.” That stamped-brass scrolly bit is fab, isn’t it?

I would have liked to have been there, just to admire the Edwardian dresses worn by the ladies. And the hats!

Yep, there’s more!