This picture of a picnic at Gooserocks shows my father, Kenneth Lawrence Ireland, at about the turn of the last century. It also shows 4 or five of the Ulmer family chomping on sandwiches. All the girls wore such stylish straw hats. The girl directly behind your grandfather was the eldest, Marie, about 5 years older than Grandpa, and the girl without a hat was called Babe. She was the youngest. She had a crush for your grandfather. When she came to your grandmother’s funeral at Saco, Maine, she hugged Pa at every opportunity.
The picture must have been taken in the vicinity of Shore Rocks, which is about one quarter the distance to Batson's river from Elen's right of way to the beach (in the direction of Boston, not in the direction of the North Pole). Last year Donnie and I spent a whole day trying to line up
Donnie and I are going to hire a rowboat so that we can take pictures which we hope will give the exact spot of this picnic. The land on which this picture was taken is now water instead of the dry meadow of one hundred years ago. We expect to take pictures from the boat as the tide comes in. In this way we hope to match up the rocks in the foreground with
Cars played such a major role in those early years, at least as far as my father was concerned, I had to include this shot of the Ulmer’s car.
The sign says: MOTOR VEHICLES DRIVE CAREFULLY THROUGH VILLAGE PAST CORNERS AND CARS.
The one has lots of Ulmer’s and Ireland’s standing around the old big automobile: