My grandparents lived on the same farmyard, and during the summer my cousin would stay with them on the farm. One time we were marching through the pasture at the back of the property, and stumbled across a large glittering half-buried boulder.
“…the whole community was on one party line with more than thirty different ring signals.” WHAT?! Sounds like pandemonium!
“The village street followed a slight ridge which ran in a south east north westerly direction. Presently this is all cultivated land…” It was already lost in 1967.