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.
“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…Keep reading
“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…Keep reading
“There is no better way to understand an animal than to milk a cow twice a day. Every day.” Anonymous Ray Hall was a spare, reticent, tall man, slightly stooped with practical plastic framed sturdy eye glasses and a baseball cap. He was a dairy farmer on the North Road in Mount Vernon, Maine, who, when he chose to deploy it…Keep reading
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