We don't know where this mill stone came from originally, but my great grandmother had it in her yard before the fire that wiped out the town of Brownfield, ME in 1947. After the fire destroyed everything, my grandfather went up and buried the stone to keep it from being stolen. In 1955, he somehow managed to get it back to Berwick. He installed it as a step onto the front porch. My Dad grew up in that house, as did I. The mill stone step was a part of our home, and a piece of family history that meant a great deal to me.

This year Dad decided to sell the house, and asked if I wanted to take the mill stone to keep it in the family.

Four generations? What do you THINK I said???

One minor drawback. It weighs a ton. Literally. This is my Dad using a come-along to move it an inch or so at a time, after we hauled it over here on a heavy duty trailer. It took a good hour to get it onto the lawn.

Next step, find someone to dig a big hole to put it in. As far as we know, it's always been displayed on its side. I, of course, want to put it into the ground upright and plant a nice garden around it.

I'm always being difficult.