Hello everyone! I thought I’d give you a little bit of northern Maine today.
I was born and partly raised in Presque Isle, Maine. “It’s not the end of the earth but you can see it from here.” I hail from the “County” and even through two moves, still consider it home. It’s hard to get that way of life out of your blood once you’ve known it. I grew up surrounded by family and love. Cousins who drove you crazy one minute and then sat down to play checkers or Rummy with you the next. Grandparents that did nothing but give you their precious time versus gifts.
Us grandkids were very lucky to have had the experiences we did growing up. From fishing in the brook down the road to planting and then harvesting a well-tended garden. There was always something going on at our grandparents house. Although house wouldn’t be the proper term for what they provided to all of us – a home. A home of fresh biscuits and family dinners. Multitudes of laughs and a sense of family that no money could buy. Gram and Gramps home was a great escape for all of us!
We all had nicknames and special places in the heart of our grandparents. I’ll break them all down for you – I’d say sorry to all my cousins for outing these special names – but I find that I don’t want to be sorry. They were given to us by a special man who loved us very much and it’s my way of remembering him and keeping his memory alive.
Ok so here it goes – all of our nicknames in order of oldest to youngest:
Terry – Bim
Darren – Oak
Tracy – Ted
Holly – Hollris
Erin Dee – Pipsneaker
Erin was very little when we lost Gramp. She gets to hear stories every so often. I try very hard to make sure she know’s just how much she was loved by our grandfather before he passed away. There was something about Erin that just made Gramps day. Even when he couldn’t get out of bed, Erin would dart off to his room when she got there and stick her finger out. Gramp would touch his finger to hers and off she’d go. It was like she was just checking in on him to make sure he was ok.
Fall brings back all those wonderful memories for me especially when it gets later towards Christmas and the family gets together and share all the remember when’s. Or at least I would hope they do…..I’m to many miles away to know what truly goes down at those events.
But Fall, ah….Fall. The leaves are gorgeous this time of year in northern Maine. Huge Maple trees burst forth with a color pallet that paints the sky. The patchwork ground becomes a canvas for those magnificent trees. All is right in the world when Fall appears.
A huge thank you to Lovena for taking these pictures and posting them on Facebook. It keeps me linked to my hometown and my family. Through all the seasons and all these years apart all I need to do is see a picture she’s posted and I’m transported back to the County and all is well.
Hope everyone is have a good Monday! Thanks for stopping in so I can share a little bit of my hometown and memories with you.
That leaves me with two questions for you:
Where do you hail from? What do you miss the most?