A Tale of Winter in the 1950s
Take a step back in time with this story of life in a small Maine village in simpler days.
Category Archives: Maine People
What (some) Women do on a Winter Weekend in Maine
The drive to a recent gals’ winter weekend getaway was so filled with adventure we needed nothing more, but Mt. Chase Lodge was up to the challenge. At Shin Pond we turned onto a half-mile of snow-covered driveway flanked by six-foot snowbanks. I had been snow-starved, so was a bit over-excited to be deep in […]
Winter Road Trip and Maine Gals Getaway
A women’s winter weekend getaway where just getting there was half the fun–with Maine minerals, creamery butter, chaga and snow.
United by friendship, love, and blood: Winter Camp in Maine
Winter Camp encourages independence for kids with bleeding disorders, and is a meeting and sharing weekend for all ages with a connection to hemophilia.
Winter people, seize the season
Warm temperatures and rain followed by a sudden chill create a magical skating experience in Acadia National Park for some, and a car disaster for others.
Winter in the 1950’s: Ice-fishing and pulp wood hauling
Dennis Smith shares stories of life in winter in the 1950s, in the village of Otter Creek, Maine
Do you say rabbit rabbit?
Saying “rabbit, rabbit” on the first day of the month just could bring you luck
Ticks and tourists return
Seasons vary radically in Maine, from sub-zero temperatures with leafless trees and frozen lakes to steamy summers with ticks and tourists. The time has come to wear insect repellent, do daily tick checks, and remember that when I travel I am a tourist, too. Tick season begins about the same time as tourist season in […]
The call of the elver, eel fishing in Maine rivers.
Dim shapes move back and forth along the banks of the river, distorted by the wavering light of kerosene lanterns. Moonlight shines on a crowd of gauzy structures supported by bits of twine. Nets and tents are illuminated from the lamps inside, and a bonfire is sending neon orange sparks into the sky. This is […]
But Officer, my teacher told me to
The four-years compressed into one-year learning extravaganza called the Maine Master Naturalist Program has gotten me into trouble more than once. I have been attacked by toe-biting insects and found myself deep in the woods with an angry goshawk. My last assignment had me talking to the police, or, had them talking to me. […]
