Tag Archives: Maine

In Search Of . . . Maine’s Shoreline

Rockland Breakwater Light

Rockland Breakwater Light

As I went walking I saw a sign there
And on the sign it said “No Trespassing.”
But on the other side it didn’t say nothing,
That side was made for you and me.
—Woody Guthrie, This Land is Your Land

At the cottage we rented in Maine, we settled into easy rituals. Mornings, we sat out-of-doors with a simple breakfast, listening for loons and keeping an eye out for a pair of grosbeaks who visited from time to time. Evenings, we sat out again, then repaired inside for dinner and listened to episodes from a splendid CD set of Charles Dickens’s Our Mutual Friend. Continue reading

In Search Of . . . Maine Past

In Search of Lost Times . . . Beyond the Sea, Lincolnville Beach

In Search of Lost Times . . . Beyond the Sea, Lincolnville Beach

It is not down in any map; true places never are.
—Herman Melville, from Moby-Dick

At the Maine Historical Society in Portland, I found irresistible a slim volume discounted from ten dollars to one. The book, a reprint of Charles W. Eliot’s 1899 John Gilley of Baker’s Island, began, “To be absolutely forgotten in a few years is the common fate of mankind.” [Eliot 1]  In dry prose that set his story in bas-relief, Eliot offered the Gilley family as paragon and example: “This little book describes with accuracy the actual life of one of the to-be-forgotten millions. Is this life a true American type? If it is, there is good hope for our country.” [Eliot 4] Continue reading

Warning: Reflections May Be Distorted

Portland Old Port Reflections

Portland Old Port Reflections

Dateline: Portland, Maine

We’d visited Portland Maine on two prior occasions, in each case a quick stopover, once on the way to Nova Scotia, the other on the way to downeast Maine. This time, we made a point to stay two nights, so we’d have at least one full day in town. Continue reading