The holiday season is here again, sneaking up on many of us last-minute gift finders. The change of weather, shortening of days, and fast pace many experience this time of year seem to culminate in a need to reflect and refresh. It seems impossible that we find ourselves with only one edition of the paper left for 2022.
The picture depicts that Round Pond has its quiet harbor back. Not a mast or a pleasure craft in sight. It looks much like it did in the 60s. Back then, most knew the name and the owner and even their pot buoy colors of every lobster boat in the harbor and most still do. The harbor will be freezing over soon and then the remaining lobster boats will soon disappear as well.
Elizabeth Robbins wants to be a doctor when she grows up. For now, she is 12 and in the seventh grade at Pen Bay Christian School. Getting good grades is important to her and she works hard on her homework.
When I had to say goodbye to my Kismet in March, I had some consolation in the fact that when I left the vet’s office, I got to go back and spend the weekend with my buddy, Zeeba. Zeeba kept me company as he normally did by sitting on the couch near me purring (or, even more loudly, snoring) the hours away. He was kind enough to let me hug him while I cried, and I know for sure that I would have cried longer and harder if I hadn’t had him to keep me company.
For some young musicians, ones blessed with equal parts talent and fearless determination, Berklee College of Music in Boston is the school to attend.
When one starts researching the history of the town of Damariscotta, it can become a little complicated. The problem is Damariscotta did not become a town until 1848. In the years before that, the area that now makes up Damariscotta was part of Nobleboro and Bristol.
We opened the cellar door, and there, stretched all the way across the doorstep, and then some, lay a beautiful, spotted milk snake, enjoying a last sunbath. It had a row of big cocoa-brown spots exquisitely edged in black, on a creamy tan background. It may have really needed the sun’s warmth to activate its cold-blooded muscles for the last imperative of the year.
Sunday, Nov. 20: We had a sunny morning and off and on during the afternoon. It clouded up during the afternoon hours, and we saw it snowing. It started with big flakes. Then it came down in a thick shower.
Dreary, rainy, and windy, that seems to be the pattern of the early December weather. As I write this column, over 2,000 Central Maine Power Co. customers from Bremen, Waldoboro, Bristol and beyond are without power. For many, this is the second or third time without power in a little over a week. So far, mid-afternoon on Saturday, Fogler, Lessner, and Benner roads seem to be fairing okay; but the whitecaps on Biscay at the moment are impressive, and the old white pine trees are swaying mightily in the winds. It would be a good afternoon for a good, old-fashioned nap!
Second to Santa’s elves and postal employees, volunteers and nonprofit workers have to be the busiest group of people this time of year.
I will always marvel at the intensity and sublime happiness of it all. That tornadic frenzy resplendent beyond all words. A hallelujah experience to behold. Initially as a witness. And then, despite all routine and daily attachments, being swept up giddy and gleeful. Surrendering it all in a vortex of joy.
Betsy Noyes, of Damariscotta, led a traveled life as a naval officer’s daughter. In doing so, she found herself on the front lines of history.
Wednesday, Dec. 7 marks the 81st anniversary of the attack on Pearl Harbor, a day in which 2,403 Americans were killed in the surprise Japanese attack in Hawaii.
It was a quiet, sleepy Sunday morning in a tropical paradise 2,000 miles off the west coast of America. At 7:55 a.m. fighters and bombers marked with the insignia of the rising sun swooped across the harbor, bombing and strafing. By 10 a.m., the surprise attack was at an end, and so too was the innocence of a generation.