Second house on the left

Once a trio of houses presided over our lane. Triplets with ours having a huge barn years and years ago. When I was about 9 it was still here, looming large with a cathedral like ceiling to my childish eyes. I was not allowed to step inside because of the precariously suspended carriage and sleigh, hanging from thick ropes attached to the rafters high above. I suppose it was a space saving measure, but I cannot imagine the strength of farmer and fishermen whose strong arms were needed to hoist and secure those vehicles. Those vehicles now out of fashion, but too fine to just scrap. To scrap they came, smashed to splitters when the old roof sagged and smashed to the floor.

My grandfather and his four siblings grew up here, grandpa's the oldest in the linked photo. His sister Abbie left the house to my mother in 1987 when she died here at 97. She was still living here alone then, managing quite well. She had spent all her life in this house, unmarried, caring for her widowed father. My great grandfather was a jack of many trades, some legal & teacher training( enough to be school superintendent), postmaster, insurance sales person, grocer, farmer, photographer(we have his glass negatives) and Maine State Legislator. Sworn in for his last term, in 1955, his bed brought downstairs to the front parlor, the ceremony done by then Governor of Maine and future Presidential candidate, Ed Muskie.

We have had a peaceful day shrouded in morning fog and quiet relaxing. I went out for a short photo taking morning walk and ran into some women weeding the Historical Society house(The Gates House)gardens. I struck up a conversation and discovered that I was distant cousins with one, and another now lives just a short skip and a jump from where my grandmother, Nora grew up on the South Lubec Road in Lubec.

Cozy


Thick a fog

For the Record,
This day came in foggy and cool. The fog has burned off, but the temps are still cool.

All hands healthy