Mr. Gerald never really got to see success with his Casco Castle and Hotel and Amusement Park. Only ten years later, on a September day in 1914, the wooden structure burned to the ground, leaving only this tower. What a shame!
Hm. It's been a hundred years since Casco Castle burned. There was suspicion of arson, because it burned as the last guest packed up and left.
Maybe it was more than South Freeport Village ever wanted. It was packed in the summers, but apparently it wasn't quite a big enough attraction to draw sufficient occupants most of the year.
Sperm whale weathervanes are rare where I come from. It's very old. As is the church. He told me some part of it is always in need of painting.
And the weathervane blows down every few years and they refurbish it and put it back up.
We had a nice chat, and I trotted off to shoot some sugar maples and sweet cottages.
Autumn was a bit of a bust in Ohio this year, so I was very happy to find Brunswick and Freeport ablaze.
I had a nice glass of water with Susan and then turned back toward Cove Road. She gets the Wall St. Journal and said she would look for my book reviews in the paper from now on.