{"id":158,"date":"2019-10-22T13:48:27","date_gmt":"2019-10-22T13:48:27","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/dodgemillmuseum.com\/?p=158"},"modified":"2019-10-22T13:48:27","modified_gmt":"2019-10-22T13:48:27","slug":"ten-mile-river-rambles","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/dodgemillmuseum.com\/?p=158","title":{"rendered":"TEN MILE RIVER RAMBLES"},"content":{"rendered":"<p class=\"single-title page-header\"><span style=\"color: #000095;\"><strong><span style=\"font-size: 14pt;\">A STEP TOO FAR<\/span><\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<div class=\"entry\">\n<p><span style=\"color: #000095; font-size: 14pt;\"><strong>BERRIES FOR NAUGHT<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #000095; font-size: 14pt;\"><img decoding=\"async\" loading=\"lazy\" class=\"alignnone size-full wp-image-17372\" src=\"http:\/\/www.mybackyardnews.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/F-DON-USE-blueberries-close-up.jpg\" sizes=\"(max-width: 600px) 100vw, 600px\" alt=\"\" width=\"600\" height=\"400\" \/><\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #000095; font-size: 14pt;\"><strong>By Don Doucette<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #000095; font-size: 14pt;\"><strong>As a boy, we had an unspoken ritual in my home \u2013 come home with a coffee can full of wild berries and Ma turned out an upside-down berry cake; without communication, a done deal and as for the cakes, they usually never saw sunset.<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #000095; font-size: 14pt;\"><strong>I stumbled across a patch of wild black raspberries one fine summer day behind the old Watson Factory along the Ten Mile River in Attleboro \u2013 actually located along the mill race at the south end of Mechanics Pond.<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #000095; font-size: 14pt;\"><strong>My mouth watered with the thought of a for-certain berry upside-down cake and I ran home to Franklin Street and fashioned a coffee can with a twine neck string and ran back to my new-found berry patch.<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #000095; font-size: 14pt;\"><strong>My can\u2019s berry level was up, picking was good as the biggest most plump berries hung in the sunshine above the mill race.<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #000095; font-size: 14pt;\"><strong>I leaned out, greed got the better of me as my foot slipped on the wild grass lining the river bank. In I went berries and all and my hard work went for naught as I pulled myself from the water looking like my dream of berry upside-down cake had foundered like some shipwreck on jagged rocks.\u00a0<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #000095; font-size: 14pt;\"><strong>Ma never knew of that adventure and I never enjoyed my berry upside-down cake that fine summer day with my taste buds and pride castaway along the shore of the Ten Mile River.\u00a0<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #000095; font-size: 14pt;\"><strong>Donald M. Doucette<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #000095; font-size: 14pt;\"><strong>Ten Mile River Rambles<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #000095; font-size: 14pt;\"><strong>Friends of the Ten Mile<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #000095; font-size: 14pt;\"><strong>Citizen of the Ten Mile River Watershed<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n<\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>A STEP TOO FAR &nbsp; BERRIES FOR NAUGHT By Don Doucette As a boy, we had an unspoken ritual in my home \u2013 come home with a coffee can full of wild berries and Ma turned out an upside-down berry cake; without communication, a done deal and as for the cakes, they usually never saw<\/p>\n<p class=\"more-link\"><a href=\"https:\/\/dodgemillmuseum.com\/?p=158\" class=\"themebutton2\">Read More<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":[],"categories":[1],"tags":[],"rttpg_featured_image_url":null,"rttpg_author":{"display_name":"admin","author_link":"https:\/\/dodgemillmuseum.com\/?author=1"},"rttpg_comment":0,"rttpg_category":"<a href=\"https:\/\/dodgemillmuseum.com\/?cat=1\" rel=\"category\">Uncategorized<\/a>","rttpg_excerpt":"A STEP TOO FAR &nbsp; BERRIES FOR NAUGHT By Don Doucette As a boy, we had an unspoken ritual in my home \u2013 come home with a coffee can full of wild berries and Ma turned out an upside-down berry cake; without communication, a done deal and as for the cakes, they usually never sawRead&hellip;","_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/dodgemillmuseum.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/158"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/dodgemillmuseum.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/dodgemillmuseum.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/dodgemillmuseum.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/dodgemillmuseum.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=158"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/dodgemillmuseum.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/158\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":159,"href":"https:\/\/dodgemillmuseum.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/158\/revisions\/159"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/dodgemillmuseum.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=158"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/dodgemillmuseum.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=158"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/dodgemillmuseum.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=158"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}