Fall harvest, picking potatoes, packing a lunch, heading to the fields early in the morning in Northern Maine. Picking potatoes was every kid’s entry level job. The one where the
Size in a Maine home matters when you have a growing family, a quivver of kids or gram, gramp living under the same house roof. But when the children grow
There is nothing like seeing kids in Maine outdoors, not planted in front of a television screen, video game. Using their imagination, filling their lungs with fresh air. Being neighborly,
Less oomph, barely able to get out of her own way and knowing something was wrong. She was born in 1953. Most of her years spent working hard on the
On the run, crossing state lines, moving and shaking to get to Maine, anywhere. We live in a mobile society. On a recent trip to Colorado I drove out with
My dad grew up on a Maine potato and dairy farm and had a Saint Bernard. Duke was a gentle natured dog, not anything resembling Stephen King’s Cujo movie of