At first strike, the water spun the mill wheel, grinding flour for the early settlers. The wheel was mounted on adjacent piles of rocks, here today. Fresh out of the oven, the toasty warm bread warmed the chilled farmers’ tummies.
The flour was later sold throughout the region, and bread quickly became a household item.
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How things change…
It must have been so wholesome then. Just the stream flowing through the woods. Aromatic smell of fresh bread baking… …Oh, how history marches forward.