Bobby Whear, the owner of the Mill Pond Inn in Damariscotta Mills in Nobleboro, seems to have his hand in nearly everything in Lincoln County and helped facilitate some major developments in the community.
Modern cooks have almost forgotten a time when seasons dictated the menu. Modern transportation and supermarkets have allowed us to procure asparagus in December and apples in May. We still appreciate the flavor of fresh and local produce in the summer, but gone are the days when I eagerly anticipated a winter break to NYC for a matinee followed by a treat of NY cheesecake and “fresh strawberries” at the famous Lindy’s restaurant.
Dr. Stephen Reed, of Wiscasset, will turn 74 soon, but he did not let his age, an injured foot, or an artificial hip deter him from running his 31st straight Boston Marathon on Monday, Oct. 11.
As I started cooking supper, I spotted three young raccoons in the wild black cherry tree by the marsh below my house. I sometimes hear ‘coon voices in the night as they hunt the marsh and brook for food.
Whitefield and Lincoln County Sheriff’s Office are working together to make Whitefield’s roads safer for everyone who uses them. I for one am overjoyed by this collaborative and important effort.
As a restaurant worker going on 30 years, Edgecomb’s Sara Lentz has witnessed her profession become a part of the local and national conversation to an unprecedented degree in the last year and a half.
This week we launch the inaugural “Midcoast Matters,” a weekly column that will highlight, and celebrate the natural world of Midcoast Maine.
In October 1972, our church started, with high hopes and enthusiasm, to take apart an old camp building in Jefferson. Now, after nearly three years of great cooperation and effort by so many persons, and with continuing leadership by Pastor Chapman, we rejoice today in the dedication of this beautiful building to the greater service and glory of our Lord.
William “Bill” Smith attended the Washington School in Round Pond from 1938 to 1946 and he can now sit in the restored 1885 classroom and recall learning piano, his time as a Boy Scout, and sled-riding at recess.
It’s Sept. 21, a bright Tuesday morning, and like every other Tuesday morning Newcastle’s Mariellen Whelan can be found at the Ecumenical Food Pantry at the Second Congregational Church, hustling between parked vehicles, chatting with their occupants, and shuttling diapers out to the families that need them.
I had been working in my last column which I never got ready to send. I am sure you all have been looking for my column the whole month of August, but Aug. 6 I got up very ill. I was rushed to Pen Bay Medical Center in Rockport by Northeast Ambulance.
Name a river in Maine, and odds are that Newcastle’s Zip Kellogg can tell you how to navigate it. A retired librarian with a tireless passion for exploration, Kellogg knows his state in a way that few people do.
The river is already quieter now. More boatless moorings. Seasonal boaters have squeezed out the last of summer’s gaiety. Through the pines lining our river bank, we see the occasional white sail slipping silently by, heading to a safe haven for a winter “on the hard.” A few leaves are starting to turn. And the hummingbirds will soon disappear, commencing their long migration southward after taking their last long sips of nectar. Some of us retirees will keep our boats on the water as long as we dare, until the chill fall air makes inevitable the decision to haul them out. It has been a good season on the water.
“But why not, Mrs. Dunn?” Pickles asked.
September is National Service Dog month, and to help celebrate these highly trained “dogs with jobs,” it seems only fitting to discuss what a service dog is (and isn’t) and to elucidate the role of anyone who might find a service dog in their midst.