Serving Maine and Lincoln County for over 140 years
From The Lincoln County News, November 1968:
Election Day: Lincoln County backed the Nixon-Agnew ticket on Nov. 5, giving the Republican from California 5,659 votes to 3,378 for Democrat and then-Vice President Hubert Humphrey and 231 for Alabama segregationist and former Gov. George Wallace.
Two of the most imposing presentations at the table are popovers and Yorkshire pudding. Amazingly, both require only eggs, milk, flour, a bit of salt, and, yes, some fat. After all, as Fats Waller, the famous jazz pianist, was quoted to say, “Fat’s where it’s at!”
I wrote a story about Weatherbird in Damariscotta a few weeks ago. That place is full of great wines, unique kitchen tools, and awesome gift items.
So much to scribble about this week, but first, let me say “Mission accomplished!” as our hurricane relief effort, through the American Legion here in Damariscotta, delivered a trailer load of supplies to some very needy folks in Fountain, Fla. For those of you who might say “Where?” it is a little community just north of Panama City, Fla., out on the Panhandle.
Veggies in the limelight: I moseyed on over to the Central Lincoln County YMCA last Friday, Nov. 16 to check out the art on the walls of its lobby area. I say mosey because it was snowing, and driving and walking slowly is what is called for in such circumstances. Plus I kind of like the word.
My sister, Wendy, is back in sunny, warm Fort Myers. I dropped her off at the airport yesterday.
The art of restoration: As a columnist writing about the various arts in Lincoln County, I often get tips about people and places that I should check out. Recently, I got steered in the direction of Damarine Antiques, located at 263 Bristol Road, Damariscotta.
Pet loss is an inevitable part of pet ownership. Unless you’re raising a tortoise, the chances that your pet will die before your life is over are almost 100 percent. I believe we are cursed with this trade-off: we get to have unconditional love from a creature and they accept our love in return, but it is a limited-time offer.
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Well, it looks (and sounds) like the holiday season is upon us. I can tell by all the ads on TV. (I must say, I like the ones with the dogs and cats.)
Nothing reminds you of your illness more than when you’re limited by the things that you can no longer do and the places that you can no longer go. And nothing highlights those limitations more than the holidays.
So I’ve been doing a lot of eating over the past week. My sister is up from Fort Myers. She loves food almost as much as I, and eats almost as much. But she’s svelte. Life isn’t fair. Wendy claims she’s not a cook, but that may be a ploy to get me to decide on and prepare all the meals. She gets away with it, though, by doing the cleaning up and washing dishes.
Quilting as fine art: One might ordinarily think of quilting as a craft, a practical endeavor requiring skill that results in a useful handmade item: a nice, warm quilt. An additional practical angle of quiltmaking is that one can make use of bits and pieces of leftover fabric.
Whew! We made it to Election Day! I voted, and by the crowds of people, it looks like a huge turnout.
Last writing, I forgot to mention Halloween, my favorite holiday. I must have other things like the World Series on my mind. Anyway, this year I decorated mostly inside so that I would not have my creations destroyed by the weather. But by doing it this way, the only ones who got to see it were my neighbors across the street and me.
I’m in Prague this week, traveling with my adventurous adult daughter, K.J. Gormley. She’s an intrepid explorer, taking her job on the road across oceans and continents. (Did you catch her Chats with Champions from August about working remotely? If not, you can hear the entire chat available on Skidompha Library’s YouTube channel.) I have the privilege of tagging along on some of her adventures.
