The process of making art is almost as important as the product. For local artist, pumpkin decorator, and puppet-maker Melissa Glendenning, of South Bristol, the art of storytelling and creating is a way to connect children and adults with the magic that lives all around us.
“Mrs. Dunn! We need more red paper and paint!” said Pickles.
Think about just one little piece of the carbon cycle. Carbon is in dry leaves, branches, old dead garden stuff, and paper. When those things burn, the carbon flies away into the sky.
In romance movies, love can look like running through an airport, kissing in the rain, or candlelit dinners in a quiet restaurant. While those events can still happen in real life, love’s maintenance and kindling happens in smaller moments: affirming texts, holding hands in the kitchen, or remembering the little things.
It’s funny. The looking-forward-to-it part. Much more than the after-it’s-all-over part. Like Thanksgiving and Christmas. Two months filling our lives with the looking forward and getting ready part. Then, like flipping a switch, it’s over. And now looking forward to the Oscars, Super Bowl, March Madness, Valentine’s Day, Fourth of July. The Grammys. Duet by Tracy Chapman and Luke Combs. Joni Mitchell.
There are some places on this planet that truly make you stop in your tracks. Pumpkin Vine Family Farm in Somerville is one of those special places.
In 1932 two young men borrowed $1000 each to establish a car repair and dealership in Damariscotta, on Church Street, next to the Chapman-Hall House where Bath Savings Bank is now and where Woody Dodge’s blacksmith shop used to be. The men were Walstein Weeks and Clifford Waltz. They called their new business Weeks-Waltz Motors.
An iconic part of Round Pond was lost during the recent storm. There are not many of us, as kids and perhaps also as adults, that did not jump, leap, and flip off that dock, including a friend of mine that did the exact same thing in the early ’40s. It was difficult to be at the landing during the very high tide along with the hurricane like winds and seeing it being lifted up twice by the storm.
Life presents itself in a series of challenges, and how individuals rise and respond to these trials reveals who they are. For Rifat Zaidi, of Newcastle, a well-known orthopedic surgeon at LincolnHealth’s Miles Campus in Damariscotta, award-winning photographer, cook, and director of a girl’s school in Pakistan, the way he’s met those challenges has revealed his determination and his imagination.
It was still dark out when I entered the door to the Whitefield Elementary School cafeteria kitchen at 6:30 a.m. Inside, Mike Flynn, nutrition coordinator/executive chef for RSU 12, and Vicki Dill, head of the Whitefield Elementary School kitchen, were preparing 400 pounds of haddock received through Fishermen Feeding Mainers, a program run by the Maine Coast Fishermen’s Association.
If you are over 90, you probably know, over 80 you may remember. Younger than that, I don’t imagine you ever saw the ice truck. Not the ice cream truck that everybody knows. The ice truck.
Damariscotta resident James “Jimmy” Hall has always been a hard worker and a helping hand to many in his hometown; it’s just what he likes to do.
Coastal cleanup after last week’s storms is a bleak reminder that we are truly in January despite those first days of unseasonably mild weather in 2024. It’s time to bundle up with scarves, hats and gloves every time we venture outside to appreciate the pale sun of winter and to savor our return to the warmth of the house and the kitchen. Now is the perfect season to have a pot of soup simmering on the kitchen stove.
Kaity Newell has spent her adult life teaching, organizing, and promoting community folk music and country dances, building connections in the county and around the state with her fiddle in hand. The Damariscotta resident brought to life local institutions including the Great Salt Bay Community School strings program, the Seacoast Community Orchestra, Maine Fiddle Camp, and the Maine Country Dance Orchestra over the years while teaching countless students and raising a family at home.
There was much chatter coming from the barn as I arrived for evening chores. Pickles had already alerted me earlier in the morning that the much anticipated seed catalog had arrived. When I entered the barn, the animals were enthralled with the pictures.