Kudos to Lincoln County News reporter Jessica Clifford for her tribute to Ken Chaney’s 100th birthday.
Dear Damariscotta-Newcastle business owners and local residents:
Now that the 2019 Damariscotta Pumpkinfest is behind us and we are looking toward our 14th festival, we have realized that we cannot continue to operate as we have in the past. There were a number of very vocal individuals and businesses who were critical of the Damariscotta Pumpkinfest Committee’s decisions. The committee is hosting an open discussion about whether Pumpkinfest will survive and prosper and, if it does, what changes must be made.
As the acorns started crashing down on the deck and the roof and everywhere else, I became aware that there were no squirrels around collecting them. In fact, I realized I haven’t seen a squirrel climbing a tree, running on the ground, or even doing acrobatics on the suet cake holder in several months. I’m surrounded by woods and oak and other trees and there are no squirrels!
This is a heartfelt message and explanation to our neighbors in Bristol who are upset about the activity on our land and who may not realize that our values for nature and the environment are more in alignment with theirs than they might think.
This is to the person who goes to the Nobleboro-Jefferson Transfer Station each week and lets the newspapers he is carrying fly out of his truck along the Back Meadow Road. I’m tired of picking up your trash every week.
At a time when most of the news we see is of tragedies or otherwise a torrent of negatives, it is important to acknowledge the “random acts of kindness.” I experienced just such a few days ago.
I read with interest the Aug. 15 front-page story on the hundreds of people buried in unmarked graves in Gardiner, Pittston, and surrounding towns, and that many were from the Old Men’s Camp in Jefferson. It brought back memories of when I served on the St. Denis Cemetery Committee in Whitefield. Serving with me were Jane Hellegers and Edith Manley, both now deceased.
I am tremendously excited and honored to take on the leadership of Lincoln Academy as its 44th head of school.
Imagine the delight of this 80-year-old lady (with a bad shoulder) this past weekend as I experienced the prodigious and enthusiastic efforts of several Lincoln County (and some Sagadahoc) kids, with their adult overseers, as they swooped in to rake my yard.
Three people living on a back road in South Bristol died within two months between Dec. 11 and Feb. 3. Their average age was 90 and the average duration of each person’s only marriage was over 60 years. They lived within shouting distance of each other and set the gold standard for the way they loved their families and a plot of land they had called home for most of their adult lives. Their heartfelt obituaries could not cover all of nine decades and a missing message was how special these three were as neighbors.
In last week’s Lincoln County News, Frank Slason had a letter to the editor supporting President Trump’s plan to “shut down the ports.” Toward the end of the piece, Slason referenced “true Americans.” To me, the question of how we define who is a true American is at the core of so much of the current vitriol, divisive rhetoric, and nationalistic fervor.
The Lincoln County News recently had a front-page story, “Damariscotta Planning Board approves farm-to-table restaurant” (Jan. 17). A photo showed the old wooden building, overhanging the river, perched on pilings at 23 Main St., Damariscotta.
On Tuesday morning, Jan. 15, I had a stroke. I live in Bristol and am very fortunate to be located only five or six minutes away from our local hospital, the Miles Campus of LincolnHealth (formerly Miles Memorial).
I was so impressed by the quality of the articles recently published in the paper by students in Kelly Girard’s eighth-grade language arts class at Great Salt Bay. As a writer and place-based educator, it moves me whenever I read about a teacher bringing community engagement to her curriculum. I found the writing to be engaging and informative.
I do not know who the “layaway angel” at Renys is, but I must thank you!