Hi again, dear readers. Here is your Marilyn Beane’s World columnist with more news of my sweetheart Elden and my life at Crawford Commons Assisted Living, 132 Middle Rd., Union, ME 04862-0628.
Several years ago, while vacationing in Prince Edward Island, we came across a terrific rainbow kite made by Premier Kites. Ever since that trip, the Power Sled 14 has been the official kite of the Coastal Economist. It is easy to fly and handles quite a range of wind speeds.
My love of old tools — what they were used for and the time period they were used in — has provided me with a great pastime of so many fun-filled days and evenings. I have truly enjoyed reading so many books and going to so many museums around the New England area.
There is a new look at Hodgdon Green – an attractive and convenient front walkway and steps. Rego Stoneworks, of Alna, provided the craftsmen, and their work is contributing to the safety of residents and visitors alike as they enter this gracious home.
This is going to be another one of those bear-with-me kinds of columns as I am two weeks out and, being the summer season, there is a lot to report on. So here we go!
Right in the depths of the Great Depression, my folks bought this farm for $658 with a 15-year mortgage. That took courage when things were so desperate. Then voila! Pearl Harbor was attacked and we were at war overnight with hiring calls out to all skills. Pappa landed a job at Hyde Windlass in West Bath. We were suddenly in cash and so was everyone else. I remember Pappa’s check after deductions was $72.50 a week, honest to God.
Hi! Dear readers! Here is Marilyn Beane’s World coming to you with more news about my sweetheart’s and my life at Crawford Commons Assisted Living, 132 Middle Rd., Union, ME 04862.
Do you have kids or grandkids who love history? Have they read all of Lea Wait’s stories about Wiscasset? The Lincoln County Historical Society is running one more week of its Summer with the Past educational programs, and this last one – at the 1811 Jail in Wiscasset – is coming up next week! Louise Miller is a fantastic educator, bringing a lot of experience from museums and school programs in American history. The Old Jail program is full of activities, and reading is geared for children from eight to 10 years old. The session is Monday-Friday, Aug. 8-12, from 9 a.m. to 3 p.m., and there is a fee of $115 (or $105 for LCHA members).
A few days ago, we went to Rockland. The roads are still being worked on but are getting better. Traffic was heavy, but nonetheless better than the last time we were there. We stopped at the Old School House vegetable stand on the way home and purchased some fresh green beans and peas to shell and eat for supper. They were very good.
The main purpose of a business is to direct its efforts and funds into enterprises that will make money. The main purpose of government is to direct its efforts and funds toward solving pressing problems that could be anything from fighting terrorists to fixing all the potholes in the town streets. Not much profit to be made there. The two investments are obviously at cross purposes.
On Thursday, Aug. 4, the Round Pond Schoolhouse Association will host its final Old Fashioned Beano Night of the season from 6:30 to 8:30 p.m. at the historic Washington Schoolhouse in Round Pond. Members of the public are invited to come see why the schoolhouse’s Beano nights have been attracting record crowds this summer. Join master Beano caller George Sawyer, of New Harbor, as he announces the numbers for this family favorite. Prizes will be awarded Yankee Swap-style.
The nine ducks in a line we see along the river shore at Schooner Cove began last spring as two female black ducks and a drake mallard. A successful mating and nesting, and now they are teaching a full flotilla to feed on nature’s bounty.
Once again, thanks for the organics. Although the tubs can get a little smelly in the heat, getting organics out of our waste stream is an important recycling tool. The amount of organics continues to increase. Keep up the good work.
I took up a new hobby on Saturday. Hunting. No, not our little furry and feathered friends. No, not Pokemon. We don’t have any of those in Somerville. Just ask my daughter and one of our neighbors. My daughter has taken to riding with me wherever I go and has figured out how to load up on Poke balls without me having to pull over every 1,000 yards once we hit civilization. And one of my neighbors has posted a sign at the end of their drive: “no Pokemon here!”