In this article I will start off with a section of land that has been divided and broken off into different towns from 1754 to 1848.

Our kitchen and dining room once again look their normal state after the overload on Thanksgiving, but as any cook knows – Thanksgiving leftovers linger on.

Last month, I wrote of the beginnings of a fire company in Newcastle and Damariscotta in 1896, and how the towns worked together to get buildings and equipment to defend the area. Today, all the local fire companies work together in mutual aid.

This past week I received a phone call from a young high school girl asking if I would write an article on what Thanksgiving Day was like when I was a real young boy. I answered that I would be pleased to share some of my old time memories here in the Twin Villages back around 1941.

I heard deep sighs as I walked to the barn. There sat all the goofballs with their little goat faces looking glum.

My backyard is a shady, little, flat place; mostly covered with fallen leaves and moss. I often dally by the window to check on the wildlife and enjoy the trees and the little brook.