“The Rembrandt light of memory, finicky and magical and faithful at the same time, as the cheaper tint of nostalgia never is.” Ivan Doig So here we are again, on the cusp of change. September, in the not-so-distant.
One late fall evening, the tax collectors came to see Nathaniel Fernald about paying his taxes. Nathaniel explained he was short of money, but he could give them hay in trade, pointing across his fields to the huge haystack that was barely.
Almost exactly 52 years ago – maybe even to the day – Wally and I stepped back in time. With our newly-purchased, vintage, cast iron Glenwood cookstove set up in the kitchen we started a fire on a chilly morning. All these years later – roughly 12,.
I thought I’d built my last cabinet/bookshelf/workbench until this weekend when I realized I needed yet another. There’s hardly any room left in this old house, not even a nook or corner where I haven’t fit in some urgently needed item of furniture.
Many people who drive up and down Beach Road every day don’t know it’s there. The Beach Schoolhouse aka/LIA (Lincolnville Improvement Association) or LHS (Lincolnville Historical Society) is a somewhat non-descript, shabby-looking building at the.