It’s hard to drive through Whitefield without driving over a bridge. Each time I drive over one I am grateful for its existence. Driving over bridges brings us to different parts of our community. Each one a little different and unique in its own way. The bridge acts as a connection. When it comes to bridges and connections, I can speak for myself and say that I am grateful for both, especially during this year’s long winter months.
While a professional ballerina dancing in Germany, Kristin Kentopp never expected to become a doctor to U.S. veterans and a recreational lobsterwoman in Maine.
Abby Lash has been kicking a soccer ball since she could walk and shooting a basketball since she could get the ball to the rim. Now 17, the three-sport athlete at Medomak Valley High School has adapted as the COVID-19 pandemic has impacted her senior year.
“It hurts to love something. I am not going to love anyone new,” said Pickles.
It is with the heaviest of heavy, heavy hearts that I write this.
“Candle Pin Bowling Helps Put A Town on Map”: That was the headline in the LCN on Oct. 30, 1948 for what was once Damariscotta’s No. 1 pastime. The Bowlakade is the answer to last week’s history mystery.
During these crazy times when we’re all looking for something to do, one of my favorite “activities” is to jump in the car and go for a ride. And if you’re retired like me, you know that “every day is Saturday and every night is Friday night,” so next time you’re out driving around, take a spin through the Mills. And just for fun, pay attention to the variety of different homes from different eras in this small village. Here are some examples of houses to look for.
“I like to have the first corn around and the last corn around,” said Andrew “Andy” Williamson IV, longtime owner of County Fair Farm in Jefferson.
Lincoln County Fair, Damariscotta Fair, or simply “the fairgrounds” correctly identifies the venue for the amazing feat pictured in last week’s mystery photo.
If you’ve driven thorough downtown Damariscotta between approximately 7:45 and 8:30 a.m., then you have likely seen Ross Flood.
It seems like it has been forever, but I finally feel that I can begin writing more “Tales from Hunter’s Landing,” albeit every other week this time around.
We started off New Year’s Day with bright, sunny weather, which brightened the outlook for us Maine people for a fresh new start in 2021. Then, around 8 a.m., as I went out on the porch and got a quart of cracked corn for the turkeys, I was greeted with the wonderful sound of “gobble, gobble” from the three large male turkeys wishing me a happy new year and thanking me for their fine breakfast of cracked corn.
Seven years, nine months, and 29 days. That’s how long Amber Young has been a streak runner — meaning she runs every day, without fail.
“I liked to draw the minute I was born,” said 86-year-old artist and illustrator Sally Hough. “I did it and did it well. When everyone compliments you on a skill, it enhances the value of the skill and your worth.”