Dahmen gets well-deserved props: I had the pleasure of spending time recently with Newcastle artist Jane Dahmen at the cafe at Sherman’s Maine Coast Book Shop in Damariscotta (a pleasure on two counts). Dahmen, as some people know, was recently named in Maine Magazine’s fifth annual 50 Mainers issue as one of 50 residents of the Pine Tree State that are “leading by example.”
This Wednesday night, July 26, Alden Robinson and Neil Pearlman will be performing at the Brown Church as the summer concerts continue. The following Wednesday will feature Heather Hardy, Dave Martin, and April Reed-Cox performing alternative folk. Concerts begin at 7:30 p.m.
Good to have friends: Fans of The Harbor Theatre, the cool little one-screen movie theater in Boothbay Harbor, will doubtless be pleased to know that, contrary to what had previously been announced, the theater will not be closing down later this year. As the theater’s website notes, the Friends of The Harbor Theatre, a 501(c)(3) nonprofit organization, will be stepping in to purchase and operate the theater effective Oct. 1, after the current lease runs out.
Many of you, my dear readers, have commented on the stories of my two cats over the past few years. When I’m out and about town, I’ll often run into someone who invariably asks about the cats. I’m happy to oblige them with a story or two; it’s nice to know people are reading the column! Today I will give you an update – as I’ve not mentioned them here in these lines of late.
Hey folks, I’m back! In the truckin’ business we’re always on a trip to somewhere, I guess, that’s how we make money, but there is a line from a great song by the Grateful Dead, “What a long, strange trip it’s been,” and folks.
Mid-July in Maine. It probably doesn’t get much better than this. Beaches, lakes, ponds, cookouts, seafood, and the list goes on. I hope everyone gets a chance to enjoy some of these special activities of Maine.
I have been given the rather daunting task of coming up with a name for this column, and I have stressed over it a considerable amount. After all, whatever I call this creation will be stuck with it for the length of time I continue to write it. I understand why it is that it takes people a long time to come up with a name for their pet. I have had some difficulty in this area as well. I find in that case that a nickname is quickly adopted. But that doesn’t work for something as eternal as print.
“But I never saw a tick” and “I never got a bullseye rash” are two very common comments I get when I talk to people who tested positive for a tickborne disease. So why is that?
Mason on display: I had the pleasure of spending time recently with highly accomplished Nobleboro artist George Mason, who happens to be one of the founders of the fantastic Watershed Center for Ceramic Arts in Newcastle. Mason, who has a background in ceramic architectural tile, was readying dozens of his “relief tapestries,” as he calls his lovely, partially encaustic work, for his open house and studio sale coming up on July 15 and 22 in the huge, light-filled room of the beautifully renovated former church that he calls home.
When “The Boys in the Boat” was chosen for the 2017 Community Read, a strong local connection to the 1936 Berlin Olympics was unknown. That soon changed when Walpole resident Kathleen Flory began telling folks about her father, Dan Barrow, and his quest for rowing gold in those very games.
The 4th of July holiday brings back many of our seasonal residents and many more visitors to our wonderful state and Midcoast Lyme Disease Support & Education wants to make sure that people enjoy their stay and partake of all the outdoor activities that Maine offers.
Hi, dear readers! Here I am, coming to you again, Marilyn Beane’s World in the last week of June with more news of my sweetheart’s and my life at Crawford Commons Assisted Living in Union.
Process art at Shapers: Lil Garcia over at Shapers Fitness Gym in Damariscotta gave me a call the other day to tell me about the new art on the walls of the inviting little gym on School Street. Eight of Lise Aubry’s abstract pieces line the walls of the gym, giving gym-goers something colorful and intriguing to look at as they break a sweat on the treadmill or the elliptical trainer.
When the corn is as high as an elephant’s eye, I am ready for the 4th of July. Each summer brings with it a surge of patriotism. To live in a land where one can travel in freedom any day of the week still amazes me, especially after living in countries where this was not always so. Overseas, I could never hear or sing “The Star-Spangled Banner” of my heritage without shedding tears. Even to this day, when I place my hand on my heart and start to sing, the tears appear.
The Fourth of July as seen through the eyes of us young children back in the early 1940s, some 77 years ago:
Many of my parents’ brothers and sisters would always plan to come to my parents’ home and have a family picnic somewhere on the Damariscotta River. Mostly, the event was held down on the River Road by the water’s edge.