“There’s something about just riding and feeling like you can fly. You can go off really big jumps and slide on these really cool rails. Landing a trick is the best feeling ever, especially if you’ve practiced it for so long. You just feel this rush of adrenalin. And you’re so happy.”
I didn’t feel well during the night. The sweet med tech gave me my two morning meds around 5:30 a.m. Starting at 7:30 a.m. I watched “Turning Point” with Pastor David Jeremiah and “In Touch” with Pastor Charles Stanley. Both so uplifting and helpful. I have been writing and reading and my sweet roommate and I watched old movies on TV. The sweet med tech gave me my bedtime meds last evening. I was soon to sleep.
Picture yourself lying on your back, your head and shoulders propped up just enough to see over your toes, one hand on a line and the other on a tiller. It’s well below freezing, might be snowing.
Joe Lugosch has been mentioned in the pages of The Lincoln County News 38 times. That’s what happens when a person grows up in local theater.
The slant of sunlight and the shadows created during the early and late hours of the day this time of year are often mesmerizing and calming. The lack of leaves on the trees allows many of us to see and enjoy the annual gift presented to us during the long nights of the cold winter season.
The Municipal Review Committee, a non-profit consortium that manages waste disposal for 115 Maine municipalities, held its annual meeting in mid-December, and still did not have the good news its members were hoping to hear. No projection was forthcoming for when, indeed if, the shuttered waste processing facility, Coastal Resources of Maine in Hampden, that the MRC helped create would reopen.
Surely an interesting name for a lady was that of “Silence” – Silence Oliver. We do not know her maiden name, but her husband, Jonathan Oliver Sr. was an early settler on East Neck, and served in the Revolutionary War. He enlisted on Dec. 31, 1765, and served until January 1777, when he was discharged at Peak’s Hill, N.Y. He served in Reed’s Co., Bailey’s Massachusetts Continental Line. He lived until 1837, to age 87, and is buried in the Oliver cemetery near the junction of East Neck Road and Vannah (formerly Butter and Egg) Road, on the old Oliver homestead.
Russell Brackett graduated from Lincoln Academy in 2008. In 2021 he became the school’s head chef. Not bad for a kid from Jefferson who started his culinary career as a dishwasher at Schooner Landing.
This is a tale of the Mother Goose of Damariscotta Mills. I’m sure you remember the Mother Goose of children’s nursery rhymes. She’s often depicted as a kindly lady in bonnet and shawl riding on the back of a giant goose and bringing tales of wonder to little children.
Winter, nature’s quiet season, has begun. The farm pond is now frozen crystal. Its denizens of fish, frogs and turtles will burrow into its muddy depths to sleep and prepare for their spring multiplying that provides food for its special seasonal visitors like Henry, the Great Blue Heron.
One year ago this month Sandra Lindsay received the nation’s first COVID-19 vaccine, one of two speedily developed mRNA vaccines that offered up to 95% protection from symptomatic illness during clinical trials.
I was on vacation between Christmas and the new year, and made time for a beach walk, one of my favorite winter things to do. I feel a bit traitorous writing about Popham in my Lincoln County News monthly column, but keep in mind, it was all Lincoln County once, and for a very long time, too.
Now is the time to develop and pursue locally led strategies to protect, restore, and connect the lands, waters, and wildlife upon which we all depend.
At 72, John Gallagher is not one to give up easily, either in his professional or personal life. He’s been an emergency medical technician for Central Lincoln County Ambulance Service for 50 years, and he started “going together” with his late wife Mary Gallagher when they were in kindergarten up until she died of brain cancer in 2007.
Cookbooks. I learn so much from reading cookbooks, not just words telling me how to cook. Glancing through a cookbook is like standing next to a stranger as they stir the soup kettle or sift flour into a bowl. Open a cookbook and step back into time. Travel to a foreign country. Some cookbooks are journals. Some are written like romances or memoirs. Adventure tales. Sentimental. Silly.