CBS “Sunday Morning” celebrates its 40th season this year. They had a wonderful retrospective special on TV, showing lots of clips from their many years of programs. Happy to say, our good friend Marylou Teel was very instumental in organizing the show which took long hours of researching archives in addition to her usual generous work load producing pieces for the weekly show. Great job ML and associates.Read More
I was working on my computer in the office when the curtain on a west facing window rustled in an unusual way. I noticed the movement but continued to work. Then it happened again, with gusto. The curtain stretched into the room and papers flew off my desk. When I went to the window to see what was going on — it was unusally dark and the trees were swirling in the wind. The clouds boiled out of the west toward the northeast following a track over Ebenecook Harbor, heading for Boothbay across the north end of Southport. It looked serious.Read More
In 1969 I lost my summer job as a laborer for a local masonry contractor in Clearfield, Pennsylvania. My job was to mix mud for three masons, lug concrete blocks and break brick tongs while balancing on ladders and scaffolding.Read More
“Up on the northwest shoreline is a small converted fish house which was built by Reuben Davis after he bought his land from the heirs of Josiah Jr. He fished from this building from 1884 until his untimely death in 1909 when he fell out of his skiff while coming in from his days work. No one knows exactly what happened, but they found his skiff drifting down at Green Point, and when they found him he was about 40 feet from his fish house standing in the water with his hands straight up. Evidently he had his boots on and probably could not swim.Read More
So I called Rena to see if she could come out and play.
When I called her number at the Dump, aka, The Boothbay Region Refuse Disposal District, I got a voice mail recorded message which said “Hi, this is Rena, I can't come out and play right now, and I can't take your call because the loader makes too much noise. Please leave a message and I will return your call after the shift.”Read More
Sometimes when you step into somebody's home there is an instant feeling of calm.
It was easy for me to sit down and relax with Jolly and Laura. In many ways I felt like I was visiting family. Odd, I guess. But, it was as if I had known these two folks all my life and I was just popping in to say hi. In truth, I had never been inside their house. I think it was the salt and pepper shakers that did it. And, maybe the fact the Jolly offered me a “Moxie” even before I sat down.Read More
About ten years ago I was asked by the McWhan family (longtime summer residents) of Pratts Island Road on Southport, if I would be willing to do some family photos with them at their home. I had photographed with the family before and was pleased to be invited back. Nothing like reconnecting with families from years gone by. It’s always fun to meet new additions and catch up with everyone.Read More
Millie Santiago was the ticket person for five years at the Boothbay Harbor Opera House. This involved ticket sales the night of an event as well as on line sales, personal drop-in sales at the House, and phone calls from happy campers. It’s a big job that can be demanding.
The ticket person is the up front contact and a big first Opera House impression.Read More
Everyone knows West Harbor Pond. On the way to Southport, just beyond the Boothbay Harbor Yacht Club and Oak Grove condominiums, it’s the beautiful stretch of water lined with trees and blanketed with open sky opposite the salt water cove of West Boothbay Harbor. One would never suspect any problems with such a beautiful place but ...Read More
When I was a kid, my sisters and folks and I would visit our grandparents (Mother's parents) in Springville, New York, in the western part of the state, a little village south of Buffalo. Grandma and Grampa had a small farm along Cattaraugus Creek with rich lowland soils perfect for gardening. Our Aunt Marge and Uncle Jim grew the most delicious vegetables. I can still remember the melons that would melt in your mouth.Read More
My image volume of many film photography years has dwindled considerably with the introduction of intelligent cameras, photo phones and the internet. But recently I got a nice burst of retro enthusiasm. A sustaining breath of fresh air from long time devoted Maine lovers and extended families.Read More
If laughter is the best medicine I just got enough to open a pharmacy!
These two fellas tell some of the funniest stories I have ever heard. And to think that the reason for my visit was to chat about their wood business. We hardly even mentioned it.Read More
During many Windjammer Days, Captain Mark Stover invites family and friends (and sometimes paying customers) to go out on his boat Redhook for a fun ride around the Harbor and out among the islands to watch the ships come in.Read More
Bev Jackson could never have foreseen the unforeseeable.
When Bev's daughter, Teri, from North Carolina called on her cell phone to say hi and asked what she was doing, Bev replied that she was sitting on her porch overlooking the lake, relaxing. She in turn asked Teri what she was doing and Teri said “I’m at the front door, could you let me in?” I don’t think Bev believed her but went to theRead More
My father liked trains.
Where we lived in central Pennsylvania, trains were the life blood of our economy, pumping mountains of freight and moving thousands of people. The coal industry was completely dependent upon a massive network of tracks that stretched throughout the state and across the country.Read More
Peter, Paul and Mary. Ronnie, Sally and Dickie. Similar rhythm, liked the beat, easy to dance to (“American Bandstand,” 1965)! Similar, but different. In some ways though, there is a similarity in the way both “trios” share their music.
At this year’s Opera House “Hometown Hootenanny” Ronnie, Sally and Dickie played “California Dreamin’” by the Mamas & the Papas and it was a perfect fit for our three local troubadours. You could feel the audience at the Opera House connect. It was lovely.Read More
Erik Carlson doesn’t get out of the woods very often. He works in the woods. He lives in the woods, and he “woodn’t” have it any other way.Read More
It’s interesting, what causes us to remember. Smells, I know are very powerful triggers. A sound, or a piece of music. The feel of a certain texture. Or, in my case, a robin.Read More
Thursday is not a particularly special day of the week, unless of course, you work four 10-hour days and commute to Boothbay Harbor from Lincolnville Maine. In this case, Thursday is liberation day, especially if you’ve driven through the ice and snow of winter. But you didn’t have to drive from Lincolnville for last Thursday’s event at the Boothbay Harbor Opera House. You just had to climb some stairs.Read More
In 1977, Horace Lee, with Ethelyn Giles riding shotgun, helped us buy our first home on upper Kimballtown Road, Barters Island. It was an old close knit neighborhood with lots of character.Read More