Letter: Story on Brewster boulder triggers memories
By Randall Wehler, Moorhead
Today (Feb. 9), I received in the mail a paper copy of a Globe article dated Jan. 3, 2018. It came from my aunt in Arvada, Colo. and was apparently sent to her from her sister in Fulda. Entitled "Brewster boulder to get new home," it brought back many fond memories of my childhood on the farm that my father and mother owned, inclusive of the unique "rock" that stood in the field as a testament to not only human history but geology as well.
I recall climbing up on that rock as any capable grade school kid would do. The rock seemed huge and out of place. The greenish-brownish lichens or moss covering portions of it gave it a distinctive look as being home to some primitive life forms. My father said that when he moved to this farm when he was 13 years old, he could see the still-existent wagon wheel ruts. Not too many Brewster-area people knew about this huge piece of granite, but farmers who had glanced rock-ward from CSAH 1 would occasionally ask my father if someone had put up a tent. He told them what it really was, which astounded some of them.
I have a copy of Lew Hudson's "Three Maidens" article that my parents had given me. It is in a closet box of memorabilia. Though I believe the rock should have been left in place, I do like the idea of a Fury's Island display. Thanks for letting the public and me know.