Every Wednesday around 11 a.m. reporters and editors gather in a small room at the Lincoln County News to plan the coverage for the coming week. The stress of deadline is over, the keyboards are quiet, and if we’re lucky there are freshly made raspberry muffins in a cloth-lined basket being offered ‘round.
It is exciting times at the paper this week, as we wrap up some critical items.
“Share the Road” has a slightly different meaning in Whitefield and other towns throughout Maine where Amish neighbors live. When many of us hear that phrase, Share the Road, we may think about people on bikes or joggers/walkers along the side of the road. But in Whitefield it also means people in horse-driven buggies.
Bayard Littlefield has a job people dream about, surrounded by riots of color and a million shades of green, immersed in the wind-borne brine of Maine’s coast and the luxurious scent of roses. Littlefield plans, plants, and tends to summer gardens and landscapes throughout Lincoln County.
Summer meals seem to be made for shrimp and prawns. Both are aquatic arthropods, part of the broad class of Crustacea that also contain lobsters and crabs. However, prawns are not just big shrimp. They differ in means of reproduction and number of claw-like legs. A prawn will have three pairs of legs, while even a very large shrimp will manage with only one pair. This may appear to be a trivia fact once they are served cooked in a dish, but may be used as a quick means for identification at a seafood market.
During an hour-long conversation with Alna resident Herman Lovejoy on Wednesday, July 7, he cited at least six times when he found himself in a life-threatening situation, and there certainly seems to be more stories of that ilk that Lovejoy decided to keep closer to his vest.
Over the past six months, through this column, I have been able to share many memories of summers on Biscay Pond and, now, life as a year-round resident. Some of my vague summer memories involve a boys’ camp located on the Fogler Road. I remember hiking down the Fogler Road as a child and seeing this camp on both sides of the road. I recall the “Camp Biscay” truck being parked in Damariscotta and I have memories of campers canoeing down the Pond.
Paul Bryant’s shipyard is full of machines and vessels from another era. Bryant, at nearly 88 years, is one of the oldest of the bunch. And yet, somehow, he and his 1960s Ford engines continue to work like a charm.
It was not the back-to-back-to-back days of 90-degree weather last week that announced summer’s return to Maine. Rather, it was the 9 1/2 minutes it took me to drive the 0.4 miles on Main Street from the corner of Mills Road in Newcastle to the Bristol Road intersection in Damariscotta.
This summer, children and teens can eat free at various sites throughout Lincoln County. Like in past years, Healthy Lincoln County is the local sponsor for the U.S. Department of Agriculture-funded Summer Food Service Program. As a result, any child, 18 or under, can receive a free meal at any of our sites with no questions asked. In addition, no registration or paperwork is required. The summer meals van has also returned this year to specific neighborhoods in Waldoboro, Wiscasset, Edgecomb, and Damariscotta.
When asked, Chuck Benton isn’t sure how to explain what he does. Not because he doesn’t have anything to say, but because he has so much.
Back in April 2020 when I had been interning as a photojournalist for the Lincoln County News for only a couple of weeks, one of my first assignments was to use my newly minted photographic skills to illustrate a story by Evan Houk. He had written a piece about how COVID-19 was impacting the direct support professionals at Mobius Inc., a nonprofit organization in Damariscotta that serves individuals with disabilities.
With the Fourth of July just a few days away, it is time for the Historical Society to plan for the late summer. The COVID-19 virus made it impractical to open the museum last summer and we have no plans to open it for July.
Rebecca Graham is a champion of municipal governance, but she’d be the last to say anything of the sort.
Last week, J.W. Oliver bid farewell to the faithful readers of this newspaper. He will be missed and his departure leaves a big hole to fill, but the news will carry on.