Anyone who visits Blue Tin Farm (always call ahead) will instantly notice the soothing karma of happy animals. You very well may be greeted, as you enter the driveway, by two enormous Gloucestershire Old Spot pigs, Rosie and Charlie. Believe it or not, this breed of pig was so diminished in number that they were considered critically endangered. This lucky couple, often found reclining in cool, soft earth, is far from endangered. They are wonderfully docile and curious and friendly. The breed is recovering here in the U.S. and in Great Britain. In 1995, The Kelmscot Farm Foundation of Lincolnville, Maine, organized the importation of 20 Gloucestershire piglets to reestablish the purebred population in America. Blue Tin Farm has helped to support their come back.Read More
I first met Ella Beauregard at Hendricks Head Beach on Southport. I was enjoying low tide and making some photos when Ella came walking down from her house with a chicken under each arm. Ella and her parents, Mike Beauregard and Pam Pearce, lived in Ruth Gardner’s place, now better known as “the land for Southport’s future.”Read More
I’ve been trying to remember when I first met Rupe Neily, and I can’t. But, in one way or another, we have crossed paths many times over the years, initially through his father, Rupe, at Mainco Realty and the YMCA.Read More
Last week our younger daughter Morgan and I visited Cuba.
For many years I have been interested in the culture and ways of this country where much has been “on hold” since the 1950s. As many people know, I am most interested in the older version of things, especially as I become a bit of an older thing myself. Cuba was amazing!Read More
It’s difficult to imagine anyone who knows more about where people live in the region than Ashley Brown Holloway. Which may have a lot to do with why she is the new Boothbay Harbor postmaster.
Ashley has worked in every area post office over the last 14 years and actually was the postmaster for East Boothbay. She was a good choice for the postal service and for us.Read More
We had a wonderful weekend! The weather was spectacular. Clear, blue sunny skies. Cool, crisp breeze. And family.
We celebrated the 42nd anniversary of our lives together here in wonderful Maine. Our kiddos made it home, too. Megan bused in from New York City for an overnight and Morgan and Andrei zipped up from Portland between job travels and appointments. Kevin Kiley even stopped by.Read More
Now I'm going to show off a little of my new found nautical knowledge.
The “car,” as I have come to learn from my times photographing with the gang on the Ernestina-Morrissey and Bowdoin projects at Boothbay Harbor Shipyard, is the name of the device upon which a vessel “rides” as it is winched up a railway toward “the hard.”Read More
In elementary school classrooms, we used wooden chairs that were fastened to the floor. On the back metal frame of the seat, a simple flat wooden board created the desktop for the next seat behind. The desk top had a small channel for pencils at the top and a hole for an ink well. In sixth grade we received penmanship instructions every day using a fountain pen. The “Palmer” method, as I recall. Otherwise known by me as “round-round ready write” madness!Read More
Back in the late 1980s, maybe say ’87 or so, we were trying to do a little better with our fledgling publishing business, CONNECTIONS. We had a small assortment of postcards, note cards and posters, and I think my first book “WINTER,” at that time.Read More
Tom Nickerson and Karen Calhoun Pinkham have been friends a long time.
When they were in school, Tom did an internship of sorts at Elm's garage and Karen worked at the Dairy Freeze, nearby in Boothbay. Tom said he and Steve Gaudette used to stop by on a weekend evening to see Karen and get a big milkshake container full of soft serve vanilla ice cream to which they added a detoxification concoction for good measure.Read More
Having the Ernestina-Morrissey (aka Effie M. Morrissey) and the Bowdoin side by side at our local shipyard is like having the Patriots and the Red Sox bunking in together at the Seagate Motel. The history of these vessels is almost too much to comprehend. Both ships have made multiple trips to the Arctic. Now, both are here being updated and restored, at the Boothbay Harbor Shipyard, extending their longevity and service.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
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
Andrei Bazaiac was born in Stefanesti, Romania, in December of 1988, almost exactly one year before the revolution that ended Communist Ceausescu's crippling stranglehold on the country. From 1947 until 1989, the Romanian people lost properties and freedom creating rampant fear and distrust. It was a very disabling time.Read More
Back in the early ’90s, a whole gang of us from the area car pooled to Sheepscot Valley Children’s House in Wiscasset. There were at least eight kiddos from four or five different families. We’d meet at what is now the Back River Road parking lot of Clifford Playground. Everybody had a day for driving and anytime there was a complication, somebody would cover. It was quite a free-for-all when everybody landed with said cargo — car seats, lunches, backup clothing for those unforeseen moments, and lots of chatter from children and parents.Read More
How many of you have ever wondered where the Boothbay Register (and Wiscasset Newspaper) comes from? That's what I thought.Read More
Lonny Sisson painted many local scenes during his years as an artist in Boothbay Harbor. He and his family lived just off Bay Street on the East side. One of the views from his house overlooked Barrett’s Park and Linekin Bay. He could walk down over the hill, cross Lobster Cove Road, and paint until the cows came home.Read More
Tis the season of the earliest sunset and what better place to watch it happen than “Sunset Rock“on the shores of Sheepscot Bay?
But as an old and dear friend would have said, “That weren’t much.”
Quite honestly, it was rather anticlimactic.
Damariscotta is probably not in the target news market of our fine local newspaper, but we all seem to find our way to Reny’s sooner or later. So maybe this week's adventure could be given a pass and accepted as a joint venture column with no serious reader or management objections. Thank you for your patience.Read More
A few years ago I had the wonderful opportunity to share some spaces with a group of interesting characters.
Through the kindness and generosity of local friends, and the patience of a small contingent of visiting snowy owls, I managed to make a few fun images.Read More