We lived for ten years in small towns in Maine, but have gone back summers for several weeks for forty years. In many ways Maine redefined our life. If you “Load more posts” down through to the earliest entries in Maine Tales, you will find some of this story in multiple chapters.
MAINE TALES
Swordfight On the Lake Redux
Stories tend to grow taller as years go by. This one is no exception Told with great affection for all the characters.
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Scarborough Marsh
“The total size is approximately 3,000 acres making it Maine’s largest contiguous saltmarsh. It is fed by three major tributaries: the Scarborough, Nonesuch, and Libby Rivers.” Audubon Society website[i]
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Mist
“What was full was not my creel, but my memory. Like the white-throats, I had forgotten it would ever again be aught but morning……” Sand County Almanac, Trout fishing in June, Aldo Leopold, 1948 When I served on the Mount Vernon Conservation Commission in Maine, we had been charged by the Planning Board to recommend either authorizing or proscribing development along…
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Beer Cans, Sandwich Wrappers and Other Flotsam
“Beauty is the battlefield where God and Satan contend for the hearts of men.” The Brothers Karamazov, Fyodor Dostoevsky When our son Gabe was seven or eight, we were driving back from Portland to our home in Farmington, Maine. At some point on Route 202 near Winthrop, he rid himself of a pesky bit of trash out the open back window of…
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