Let's talk about Maine some more
Linds, Grandad and me - Maine 1977There's blessed little happening in the city. New Yorkers are slinking about, wearing too few or too small clothes. Or those damn white peasant skirts. Subway platforms are bracingly fiery.
Anyway - with the city drooped to a standstill (although everyone out for Dvorák in the park the other night including yuppy troops with table-clothed table, candelabras and wine. The police must be given special "be gentle, look elsewhere" orders – take on faith that folks straining to hear the philharmonic can't be rowdy people.), makes me want to talk more about Maine.
Munching on blueberries at my kitchen table, looking back through the lists and notes in my diary, and the specimens I pasted(Spinulose Fern, Marginal Woodfern and New York Fern).
A description of Maine's “early settlers” from: Mt. Desert, A History:
“Representing the sturdiest stock...Many had lived lives of real adventure...some had won honors in the patriotic service of their country in the Civil War. The competency on which they lived simple and unspoiled loves, of home comfort and neighborly companionship, was gained by honest toil and careful frugality. They were quick witted in their intercourse with one another...intelligently interested in public questions of the time, and with a fresh and original way of putting things, which gave the zest of real raciness to their talk.”
Maine – more than just pretty shoreline, meet the people.
C
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