It was a quiet, sleepy Sunday morning in a tropical paradise 2,000 miles off the West Coast of America. At 7:55 a.m., fighters and bombers marked with the insignia of the rising sun swooped across the harbor, bombing and strafing. By 10 a.m., the surprise attack was at an end, and so too was the innocence of a generation.
On Dec. 4 of last year, I fell through an opening in the floor of our house and landed on rocky boulders in our sub-basement. I don’t remember any of the fall or the three following weeks, but my husband has given me the details. I kept asking for them over and over, trying to piece together what had happened to me.
‘Tis the season to be jolly – and to be solicited by every imaginable charitable organization. Having just received three mailings from the same source in the same week, I’m prompted to comment on the array of available choices for benevolence.
Recently mailings were sent to voters in state Senate District 13 attacking my opponent, Dana Dow. Although my campaign did not produce or authorize these materials, I want to publicly denounce the flyers.
Three weeks ago, I placed five signs at the intersection of Route 130 and Huddle Road in New Harbor. Four days ago, they were all stolen. Speculating as to who is behind this vandalism serves no purpose. The point is that it’s a crime, not a prank or a protest.
Our community has lost a number of our movers and shakers this year. Many of our retirees brought their skills and willingness to help all of the nonprofits that make this part of Midcoast Maine one of the best places to live in these turbulent times.
Last Thursday, Sept. 13, we got a call from the Lincoln County sheriff, updating us on the decision of the grand jury to indict the man who killed our mother and mother-in-law, Carolyn Blouin, and his impending arrest.
Last week a letter titled “Lack of guidance” was printed in response to an article about a local Girl Scout troop discussing rental fees with the Edgecomb selectmen. Contrary to what was stated, Girl Scouts are, in fact, taught to work for what they want and problem-solve, which led them to presenting to the town council, teaching them a valuable lesson in local government due process.
In the spring of 2001 I was asked to direct “Our Town” for Lincoln Theater. It’s been one of my very favorite plays since I first saw it at age 12, so I was delighted. But for this play you need a large, predominantly male cast to represent an entire small town.
Our family moved here a little over a month ago, and my two children just had their first week at Great Salt Bay Community School. I felt moved to thank everyone who has participated in creating a fabulous public school.
As Damariscotta voters consider banning plastic bags, it might be good to remember why plastic bags came into such universal usage in the first place. Not many cashiers ask “paper or plastic?” at the grocery store these days, but as stores and consumers transitioned to plastic over the last few decades, it used to be a common question.
I recently bought a box of freshly harvested wild blueberries.
Kudos and sincere gratitude go out to each and every volunteer who made the first Pemaquid Triathlon such a fabulous event! What a great example of local leadership from the Bristol Parks and Rec crew.
For over 20 years I have been happily retired in this beautiful Midcoast area. This past week, on Wednesday, Aug. 15, I had an unsettling and troubling event happen.
The Bristol Mills Dam was built in 1914, largely for industrial purposes. No longer needed for that purpose, it has become a Bristol icon because of the unique opportunity it affords thousands of families and children as a premier swimming hole every summer.