I came across this picture of my father and grandmother at Crescent Beach when I would have been about six years old. My father is putting the pole for beach umbrella into the sand while my grandmother observes. I swear, as I looked at that picture I could smell the slightly powdery scent of the … Continue reading Beach memories
Washington County: Maine and the Black-Volk Festival
I've gone to Maine, mostly in the summer, all my life. My grandparents lived in Portland and we visited them every summer (which now I realize must have driven my parents crazy but I adored it). Later, Ernie and I (and sometimes my mother and I) antiqued the hell out of New Hampshire and Maine … Continue reading Washington County: Maine and the Black-Volk Festival
Quarantine Notes 2020
1. I looked at my calendar for May and this just about broke my heart. 2. Olney is on my mind today with it being Palm Sunday. Bob published a beautiful post on Facebook about Palm Sunday and David Olney's performances at the church. They seem so long ago in some ways, but then again … Continue reading Quarantine Notes 2020