Readers of the Aroostook Republican in the late 1970s might remember a bright, blonde Californian with a broad smile who reported for the newspaper during the year she spent in Maine to test her ability to survive a winter.
September, which ushers in fall and brilliantly colors our surroundings, is also National Suicide Awareness Month.
After detailing the start of the summer with a wild, midnight ambulance trip for a broken leg, the summer was spent in recovery. Still healing but not letting things get in the way.
Everyone knows the story of Romeo and Juliet, star-crossed lovers immortalized by Shakespeare, separated by family feuds. Most of you have also heard of the Hatfields and the McCoys, Appalachian clans who took potshots at each other.
I have never been a fan of the color brown, so I was quite surprised when just about 2 1/2 years ago, I went into a local furniture store and decided to purchase a sofa, loveseat, stuffed chair and ottoman — all in the color brown with just a faint linear olive green stripe.
On Sept. 11 every year, our country pauses to mourn those we lost on that day in 2001. We also remember all the first responders who lost their lives as a result of trying to help those in need.
It has been an incredibly dry summer in Aroostook County, and that has some folks wondering how the annual fall foliage show may be affected.
“Thank you, sweetheart. Have a great day!” I accepted my receipt from the young attendant at the drive-through window, and drove ahead to pick up my order.
In 2005, I was invited to Houlton to speak with a group of people about our efforts in establishing a private school in Presque Isle.
The day was overcast but still warm for September. I was in shorts and a well-worn wool plaid shirt–one of my standbys from fishing trips past. Andy, my friend and local guide, was waiting anxiously beside his trailer when I pulled up.
