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.

“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.

Lincoln County Fair, Damariscotta Fair, or simply “the fairgrounds” correctly identifies the venue for the amazing feat pictured in last week’s mystery photo.

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.