The tree I snagged from Don French last weekend is up, visible from the road through the window of what once was the barn loft. St. Nicholas Day has passed chocolate in the shoes, not one child stolen away by Krampus, the monster who accompanies.
Last week, I spun a yarn about my journey from my office in Camden, up Atlantic Highway to my home, and the businesses I have interacted with along the way. As I only work at the Camden office every other Saturday, last Saturday morning, I took a.
It took me a while to figure out where I lived back in the fall of 1967. I’d moved to Maine from Chicago on a whim, or rather, by acting spontaneously on a lifelong dream. I’d grown up on my dad’s stories of his boyhood summers on the shores of West.
One of the best kept secrets of aging is how it relates to Christmas. Or, to be blunt, how we old ones get to opt out of the Christmas frenzy. And to be blunter, how old women, specifically, get a pass. And a rest. I’m referring to mothers here,.
LINCOLNVILLE Stained glass isn’t just for church anymore. Locally, it’s in ferry terminals, schools, and homes and a lot of it is designed and made by Lincolnville glass artist Janet Redfield. This weekend, December 4 and 5, from 10 a.m. to 2 p.m.