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“People will forget what you said, people will forget what you did, but people will never forget how you made them feel.” — Maya Angelou
I have to admit I don’t believe that people will forget what we said or what we did. I do hope they remember how we made them feel.
One of our favorite times of year is here – a magical time of year when children’s eyes sparkle with delight and parents relive the joys of childhood through their offspring.
At least once a year, we use this space to implore our readers to shop local. But we often fail to mention that “shop local” goes beyond choosing Sherman’s over Amazon or Renys over Wal-Mart. We have local options for almost any expense in our lives – a car, a contractor, even utility bills.
As we move toward the Christmas holiday, please be aware of our signs regarding our hours of operation. You also can get that information on the Nobleboro town office website. You will also find this article on that site. We continue to get many questions regarding hazardous waste such as gas, antifreeze, turpentine, solvents, acids, […]
My wife Julie and I recently visited Fort McHenry in Baltimore where, in the War of 1812, Francis Scott Key wrote “The Star-Spangled Banner,” our American national anthem, after seeing the Stars and Stripes prevailing through the smoke after the battle. It was a very moving experience for us to be there and to witness the historical site firsthand. It was also a reminder to me of the sacrifices that my family, like most American families, has made to protect and to defend our country.
My wife and I felt the need to have a break from the national election contention by taking short-term asylum in Montreal. I was interested as I went window-shopping today that one of my favorite shirts is now made in Canada.
Rising waters are usually followed by an eroding sand beach. This is the case at the eastern Maryland and Virginia coasts. More specifically, Wallops Island and the Chincoteague National Wildlife Refuge in Virginia, and the Assateague Island National Seashore, off the coast of Maryland, are the present cases with sand beaches.
This year I am having to watch my attitude as we approach the national holiday. We have had a string of things happen that have made me discouraged. First I discovered that three of my large, framed pastel paintings have vanished from the church.
We have a Thanksgiving tradition in our family.
Kurt Vonnegut Jr., in his novel “Slaughterhouse Five,” makes the following observation about time:
“All moments, past, present, and future, have always existed and always will … It is just an illusion we have that one moment follows another like beads on a string, and that once a moment is gone, it is gone forever.”
Well, you know there’s an old sayin’, “careful what you wish for.” Well, for years I’ve heard people claim that they were really tired of career politicians in the White House. Well, guess what? We got what we asked for! And now that we have a guy with no political experience, it seems all we hear is how much disarray the president-elect is in, with cabinet appointments and all the different advisers that go with the position.
We still recall that back around 1949 when we were in grammar school, it seemed that Thanksgiving had a special deep-down feeling of love, warmth, and a special deep-down feeling for family members and the well-being of others in our local area.
In the third Star Wars movie, “Return of the Jedi,” we were introduced to the Sarlacc, a creature that swallows its prey whole and then spends an entire millennium digesting the newly acquired nourishment. I feel as though last Tuesday’s stunning presidential election has turned many of us into Sarlaccs who will spend at least a millennium trying to digest the implications of what just happened.
Happenings
There is something so special about a live theater performance – the intimacy, the sense of risk, the not knowing what is going to happen next. And, with a comedy, there is also the opportunity to laugh fully and wholeheartedly.
