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This story begins in another time and perhaps another place. An oceanside village with picturesque beauty. A hardworking community populated with people who make their living from what the sea provides. All of them built and shaped this country for the good... and the bad. Some of them Apples in the Garden, and others the Serpents.
Out the backdoor of the cozy village was Green Mountain (as it was called at the time). Through the front door was the calm Frenchman Bay, named for the French explorer Samuel de Champlain in the 1600s. In between is the village of Eden. The sea offered bountiful fishing, and lumber from neighboring forests supplied the shipbuilding industry.
Walking through the streets, one could see businesses lining the streets. The residents, as tough as the mountains, making their way through harsh winters and the long days of work in the summer. Much like the biblical Garden of Eden, the local Adam and Eve were providing for their families and there were the Serpents among them. It was common to see out-of-place family members of America's royalty who would be better suited for the streets of New York City or Boston.
Looking down the street towards the "summer cottages," an area would become known as Millionaire's Row. A young woman strides down the cobblestone walkway. A morning New England spring rain has muddied the streets. The maiden is dressed in the finest attire for the era. Was she going to the market to see what these recent ships have brought in? Was she meeting friends? Nonetheless, bouncing without a care in the world. Her path crosses villagers struggling to make ends meet. A young child running and playing in front of her falls on the uneven street and bloodied her lip. Does she bother to offer a handkerchief? She has many. Nope. A moment later, she comes upon an old lady hobbling in the opposite direction. Does she offer the elder dry passage around a muddy puddle? Nope. Instead, she motions to the lady to step her worn-out shoes into the muddy water. Serpent.
Passing by one "summer cottage," a young girl playing in the yard with her nanny. She was running around laughing playing a lively game of tag. Stopping for a moment to watch the child's excitement, she noticed my observance and spun her pigtails around. She gave an ugly face and then stuck her tongue out. Serpent.
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