Classroom experience teaches real life lesson
Lesson no. 11: Do not decide to make a spectacle of yourself and others over some easily resolved incident. Just recall that time when you were 7 and …
Lesson no. 11: Do not decide to make a spectacle of yourself and others over some easily resolved incident. Just recall that time when you were 7 and …
Town meeting time is upon us once again. March is the most common month for municipalities in the state to hold their annual meetings to approve budgets and vote for leadership positions.
The town meeting process was established back in the 17th century as a time when an entire community came together to enact policies and budgets for their respective towns. In Maine, the first town meetings were called when it was still a district of Massachusetts.
Lesson no. 3: If you are having difficulty learning to ride your bike, be assured your mother will discover a training method that works.
Spring officially arrived Tuesday, March 20, but with this past week’s roller coaster of weather, it’s hard to tell if winter has finally run its course. March is traditionally known as the month that comes “In like a lion and out like a lamb” and that adage seems to be holding true thus far.
We have all been physically lost at some time in our lives. Confused, turned around, disoriented, unable to decipher instructions or worthless when it comes to reading a map. My reaction to being lost has always been one of calm acceptance and often humor.
One of the most under-used aspects of family history research is the humble map. I would often look up an ancestor’s location on a current map or find an historic map that showed the town during my ancestor’s lifetime. I rarely did more than admire the beauty of the old maps.
Last week, Houlton High School closed its doors to the public for a short period of time to do something long overdue. The school conducted a random drug search of students’ lockers with the help of the Houlton Police Department and a K-9 dog from the Maine State Police.
I know that I was three. As we walked carefully through the mobile home park on that brown, still night, my little girl reasoning grasped the fact that Dad was holding my hand safely in his, it was Halloween, we were having an absolute blast, and I was three.
The Twilight Zone. This is the place you enter when there is no other sensible space to be in. I did not have a clue on that day, May 4, 2011, just what awaited me.
After the plastic tarp blew off the greenhouse in November 2010, Matthew and I hired Rick’s construction crew to build a thirty by sixty foot addition behind our big barn to shelter the twenty heifers we’d recently purchased. Working in the bitter cold and snow, Rick’s team completed the project by the second week of December just as winter tightened her arctic grip on Westford Hill.