As a kid, I did not watch television all day, or much at all.
I had a mini bike and explored with my friends. I bought the mini bike with money I earned working on the farm and especially during potato harvest. I used my imagination and played outdoors after the chores were done. I
learned the joy of reading at an early age. I learned everything about the care and showing of a horse thanks to my Aunt Ruth
Little Ponderosa horse riding summer camp. I learned alot about mechanics tinkering on an old snow sled. Driver’s ed was a piece of cake because a Maine farm boy had been driving since the feet were barely enough to reach the machinery pedals.
My mom and dad were big believers in education, bettering yourself, reading.
I did not feel depressed, I was not lonely, I knew my mom and dad loved each other and there was no divorce. There was not screaming or alcohol in the home and we liked to do lots of things as a family. Trips to Uncle Frank’s camp at Nickerson Lake and an ice cream afterward.
My three older brothers were with me on these family outings. I knew I was part of a big family, lots of relatives and we all laughed, played and cared about each other. We were made responsible and became very independent, self sufficient growing up on a farm where we all contributed and knew we were a vital part of the family.
My crib was probably not OSHA approved, I did not get sick much and had lots of fresh air growing up. My childhood was fun and I had respect for my parents. They taught me the word “no” at an early age and in fact, certain
looks meant no without a word being said. I accepted and knew they had the best intentions in guiding me, raising me, teaching me. I had limits, rules and earn privileges, freedom I appreciated and did not abuse. I was treated like a person, not made to feel guilty, and was not raising my parents or other brothers. Authority and routines were not fought tooth and nail.
The clock on the wall was part of the structure that was accepted and not attacked as controlling growing up in a small Maine town family .
As kids, being resourceful to adapt and think on your feet meant a change of plans was not big deal. Roll with it and don’t be a prisoner of a bend in the road ahead by fighting it. We were taught to expect new developments and not told what to expect at every juncture by our parents. We used our imaginations. We conversed and were not stuck on a device and were present not detached in the moment. We had life skills beyond one or two areas where we excelled and the rest had to shrug their shoulders. Or say “go fish”. We were content, happy, productive. We felt empowered to pitch in and stretch, to grow and not to whine or blame. We had fire in our bellies, passion, were driven.
My parents had the controls, and I felt secure in their guidance and slow release of the strings of childhood. They prepared me for when I was on my own raising a family. The time when living a full life after both had left this Earth and gone to the great beyond. We talked about life. We talked about death. Death was a part of life, not morbid, and a reason to live each day fully. Make a difference while you are Earth and give it your all, do your best.
Counting our blessings, being grateful, choosing to be happy, content, at peace I saw first hand from my parents.
It rubbed off, and my kids will share the traditions with their kids, my grandchildren. Life is good, it is what we make it. Our view point being positive is contagious to others around us. We all ebb and flow … we really do rise and fall together in a small Maine village.
There is an intimate connection being raised in a small Maine town. People care, share, they check in on each other. You are needed in the small Maine town to take on many roles and contribute. When we lose someone it is felt. You are missed. When a new birth is announced, it is special for all in the small Maine town. Others are rooting for you and vice versa. You don’t get that feeling in a high pressure, crime riddled city lifestyle.
Look around, see the unspoiled all natural beauty only a sparsely protected area like Maine can provide.
We are insulated from so much that a person does not need to experience that a concrete jungle provides for an expensive existence and we know it. Are you thinking you want to live in rural Maine and have a simple life, without drama and loaded with lots of four season, unspoiled beauty? That’s what this blog is all about.
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