We made it safely to the house. Roland reverted to his usually cooperative and patient self and I had high hopes of finding someone to help us find the graveyard.
1988 Driveway up to the garage. Hague House hidden in trees to right.
(2005 It’s my understanding the house is gone now. I’m sad about that.)
When we reached the house, it still looked deserted as it was the day before. But I went up to the back porch and knocked hopefully. Bingo!
A man came to the door, holding a can of beer
"Been out fishing all night," he explained.
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