Yes, our neighbors checked in on us after that first nor’easter on March 2. My husband wanted to stay off the roads that day, so he had brought work home the night before, expecting to be on his computer most of the day. That changed when we lost power and phone service early in the afternoon. Then, using his cell phone, we contacted the Concord Public Library and decided to work there before going out to dinner at a restaurant on Walden Street.
As we were leaving the restaurant, about to head home after a delicious meal, we ran into our neighbors Gwyn and Ariel, waiting in line to have dinner on their way home from work in Cambridge. We explained we were without power and didn’t know what to expect for the next few days and hoped that their power would still be on, as it often is after a storm.
Let me fill you in on what often happens in our area of town during a bad storm. Our squirrelly power line, coming around the corner from Bellows Hill Road onto Estabrook Road ends at our house, just before the bend in Estabrook. But those houses on the rest of Estabrook, heading towards the woods, get their more reliable power on a line that comes from Autumn Lane and Kibby Place.
Now let us jump forward to the next day, Saturday morning March 3 when we heard a knock on our door. It was 8 o’clock and Ariel, who had power, was there inviting us for breakfast! We had fed our chickens, and still without power, we eagerly said Yes. We made our way across the snow, onto their well-shoveled porch, and into their warm farmhouse kitchen where we sat at a table and looked out at the snow glistening in the morning sun. The scrambled eggs were delicious and the hot coffee, which we could never have had at home, helped us look ahead to what was on the docket for our day once we returned to our cold house, even though we were invited to stay with them for as long as we wished.
We would be going to a play in Cambridge that evening, so during the afternoon we headed down to the Gleason Public Library where my husband got back on his computer and I took out my 731 page book, ”Alexander Hamilton” that we would be discussing at my book club at the end of the month. Having dinner in Cambridge before the play is something we always do, and that night we appreciated it more than usual.
The next morning, with no power, we headed out the door to go for breakfast in West Concord. Picking up our newspapers from the box by the road, attached to the bag was a note inviting us again for breakfast next door. We called (How did we ever survive before cell phones?) to say thank you but we were on our way to Concord. When we returned home later in the morning, the power was back on, after 43 hours.
A week later, with our power still on, we invited our neighbors to come over to our house this time and to bring their slides and videos from the trip to Lapland that they took with their sons during the holidays. It was great to see them traveling by dogsled and feeding little reindeer with big antlers, although for some reason we were not enamored by the prospect of visiting a country that’s even colder than Carlisle without power in a nor’easter. But once this winter is over, we may change our minds. ∆