Just under the house, looking left under the dinning room
Lest we ever forget, the winter during the construction was particularly snowy in Boston and rainy on the Cape. Thus, as they dug the hole, it constantly filled in with water. I visited the house each week, and was amazed to see the swamp under our house. Many times the water was over my knees and I was afraid to wade into it, thinking I might get stuck in the muddy clay.
Each day the workers would arrive, and for over and hour pump out the water so they could work. Some days it rained so hard they couldn’t get the ground to be dry enough to drive the bulldozer under the house.