In 1874, Phineas Burgess, now 67 years old, who had actively farmed the property during his long life there, sold the property to his sons Phineas Franklin and Peleg, as recorded in Book 1552, Page 357. There was a provision for occupancy during his remaining lifetime. The price was $2,000.00. The provision was similar to that between John and Phineas in the previous generation. Peleg watched over and provided care for his parents until the end of their lives. The next Burgess generation in our chronical, that of Peleg, marks a change. Although he was born at the Pond Place, he lived most of his life in Plymouth center. Yet he did keep close touch with the homestead, became the owner of it and held it until the last twelve years of his life. Before leaving Phineas and Charlotte Burgess we offer an intimate glimpse of their times at the Pond Place, presenting a real treasure from a person who knew those times, wrote about them in imaginative and poetic prose, and as an artist pictured some scenes in watercolors. Here follows the recollection by Susan Burgess of her grandparents’ home in the form of a children’s story. There is some background material in the notes for this section.[99] MEMORIES OF THE BOOT POND PLACE[36] _By_ _SUSAN H. BURGESS_ Long long ago before there were any automobiles and airplanes had not been thot of, when steam engines were considered very swift and steam boats were slow but sure, everybody had horses and carriages. Then it was that a family of eight children lived in a small house hardly big enough to hold so many. Because their house was so small they lived out of doors most of the time. There was room enough out of doors in those days. The streets and roads into the country even were not crowded as they are now and people spent a great deal of time indoors. Horses got very tired travelling long distances over poor roads. People enjoyed riding then even as they do now, and this family of eight children used to love to drive with their father or mother through the woods over a crooked road to their grandparent’s big farm house which stood between two lovely lakes. [Illustration: THE CROOKED ROAD]