“Life is too short to read an uninteresting book,” Chloe Deblois said.
The COVID-19 pandemic has disrupted daily life around the world, but in Sally Monroe’s prekindergarten classroom at Edgecomb Eddy School, it’s mostly business as usual.
“I cannot live without books,” said Thomas Jefferson to John Adams as they shipped out the last of Jefferson’s famously large personal library, which he had sold to Congress to replace the congressional library after the British burned the Capitol in 1814.
Maple trees will begin to be tapped over the next several weeks. March is traditionally maple sugaring season in Maine, but trees can be tapped in the latter part of February. If the weather cooperates, sap buckets will soon reappear in sugarbushes across Lincoln County. If not, look for rows of buckets to be hung in early March.
The opening day of sea duck season (Oct. 1, 1986) was getting close. After hosting a smattering of out-of-state hunters over the previous few years, I had concluded that it was not worth the problems and anxiety with folks traveling long distances by car and truck or arriving at all hours via airplane. The logistics involved and the concerns regarding wind and weather, which are the determining factors in whether a given hunt has a chance for success, were just not worth the trouble to deal with.
During the March on the Pentagon on Oct. 21, 1967, Alan McKinnon found himself in a difficult position. At the time, he was working for the U.S. Department of Defense while marching, along with about 50,000 other people, across Washington, D.C. to the Pentagon in an effort to end the Vietnam War.
Dr. Kenelm Winslow was the first physician in Newcastle, according to the Rev. David Quimby Cushman in his book, “The History of Ancient Sheepscot and Newcastle.” Winslow practiced here in 1763. His house was on the Newcastle side of the Damariscotta River, at a run of water, next to a rock in the bay. It was southward of Christopher Hopkins’ place. Winslow’s farm, near the Hon. E. Wilder Farley’s place, was later purchased by Col. George Barstow. The late Mrs. Barstow resided here for many years.
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.