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Maine \\ A Few More Days

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So.  We’ve established it was a Go year; however, I didn’t delve into the meals that make my mouth water just to think about them now.  Weeks later.  Of course, I don’t have photos of those meals, because, I am not comfortable lugging my real camera into restaurants.  Besides, I want to really savor the experience without technology tugging at me.  That said, I do have to admit that I snagged a couple photos with my phone (see Instagram). But, I know phones can be a distraction at meals, if one isn’t purposeful in putting it away.

Le sigh.  And, some other words.  I spent all of two nap times writing out the deliciousness that we encountered on this trip, but lost it all when saving the very last time. Thus, completely demoralized, I am going to post this without the food commentary.  I have learned my lesson–write using pencils and paper or just a word doc might serve me better.   Needless to say, the food was good.  Happy memories, for sure.  Here is a recap/all I could muster–

Top Five Meals of Summer Vacation 2014

  1. Eventide, Portland, ME— South Bristol Oysters + beets with creamy lemony sauce, basil, crunchy quinoa, and trout row (my mouth still waters at the thought)
  2. Le Yaca, Williamsburg, VA— raw salmon marinated in lemon juice and olive oil and served with capers and shallots + Le Soufflé Grand Marnier
  3. Alforno, Providence, R.I.— beets and frites (oh.my.word.) + deep fried squash blossom stuffed with ricotta and topped with tomato-basil sauce
  4. Kitchen, Providence, R.I.— croissant french toast + bacon as thick as your hand (yes, you read that right)
  5. Beth’s Market, Warren, ME— the best strawberry shortcake with homemade whipped cream that you will ever eat in your entire life

Oh, and I cannot neglect to mention the Stilton + full-bodied cabernet sauvignon. When we stopped by the White Barn, I popped into the wine section and saw my favorite cheese.  I was not steered wrong with the wine paring–decadently perfect to savor while playing cards.

October 31, 2014 - 8:39 pm

Josiah Coleman - These are phenomenal, Ashleigh.

Maine \\ Another Year

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Our 18th summer.

This was a Go year.

Some years are Sitting years.  Everyone congregates on the rocks with their coffee and books (that are never actually read down on the rocks, but, rather, are hauled back to the house to be read in the perfectly tempered warmth of after lunch and before badminton resumes as the sun casts long shadows) and cameras and no one really leaves, except to migrate further down towards the water to sit and look for sea glass.

On a Go year, someone sets out to do something–rummage sale, thrift store, library book sale, frappe in town–and no one wants to be left behind, so we all pile in and off we go.  There is the usually murmuring and complaining when the town errands take longer than one or the other anticipated.  Really, though, that is just part of the whole Maine experience.

This year I found stilts in the attic.  Huge, old stilts.  I am quite pleased to say that my stilt walking skills have not been lost.  This, of course, means I have to admit that I loved a pair of swedish blue stilts as a kid and that, being the loner that I was, I perfected the art of walking forwards and backwards, up and down stairs.  So.  While I was pleased about being the only sibling who could walk with these stilts, it also meant I had to suffer through the gentle jabs about why I even had this archaic skill to begin with.  Hey.  You never know.  Maybe zombies can’t catch people on stilts.   Ok.  Probably not, but it was worth a shot.

Anyways, this was a Go year.  While we missed our absolutely favorite rummage sale, we did make out like bandits at the thrift stores and library book sales.  A good book on the history of trees is important in every family library.  And, we ate lots of ice cream, piled high and generous, from our favorite drug store.  More on the food we digested later….

October 27, 2014 - 9:43 pm

Anne Cochet - You are such an amazing artist. I have to say that I am really missing the Coleman’s!!!! But, I still love it hear so much!!!

October 28, 2014 - 12:25 am

Connie Flake - Love your photos & your writing. Personally & artistically.

A Town \\ A Girl

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Of course, we didn’t realize until after we named our daughter after the Merrimack River, using the disambiguation of Merrimac, that A) my great-great-great grandmother was named Edith Merrimac and B) there is a town of Merrimac in Massachusetts.

According to the all knowing Wikipedia, the etymology of our daughter’s name is somewhat ambiguous; however, it possibly combines the Native American words for “strong” and “place”–“the place of strong current.”  This is fitting for our Merrimac.  She is a strong current.  And, I am very thankful for her strength, even if it does make life a little more trying at times.  (as a side note, her middle name is Adelle, which means “noble, kind, and tender.” It surprises me, but for all her strength (i.e. willfulness), she is already showing a propensity to be kind & tender hearted.)

So, it is only fitting to visit Merrimac, Massachusetts each year on our way to Maine.  One day I think Merrimac will be a little more enthusiastic about the yearly visit.

October 28, 2014 - 11:02 pm

Janke Elliott - Loved reading this:)

That One Time \\ Life With Uncles

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Once there was a little boy, contentedly chilling on the rocks in Maine on a bath mat (yes, a bath mat.  Why a bath mat?  Who knows.  It was there.), minding his own business, enjoying the sunset. He listened to the boats and the osprey.  He listened to people talk around him.  He felt the sea breeze.  Life was good.

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Once there was an Uncle, who was also contentedly chilling on the rock, watching the sunset, listening to osprey, reminiscing about a recent hiking trip out West.

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Then that very same Uncle, without warning, morphed into his trail name (apparently when you are on the trail you give yourself another name.  Who knew?) and he issued forth a sound like none other.

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And, the little boy on the bath mat, listening to osprey and watching the sun set, was not so happy.  Actually, he was terrified.  And inconsolable.

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Eventually equilibrium was restored to the world. Tentatively.

 

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And, the sun set.

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Finis.

October 17, 2014 - 12:36 am

Anna Stonecypher - I love this. Please write more stories, always including your brother’s scary face as a part of the story. We need more stories.

October 17, 2014 - 12:37 am

Kelly Budd - I LOVE this. Poor uncle, who must have felt equally horrified at having caused such distress to his very young nephew, but probably held himself together until he was alone. Sad. Makes for a great story though!

October 17, 2014 - 2:46 am

Judy Kalb - This is fabulous! Little sweetie.

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Jenna Mosely Lohnes - his face, his hair, his quivering lip… it’s too much!

Boston \\ Adventures Therein

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Two year olds don’t always cooperate when their photo is being taken in front of a sign with their name on it.  “Sign?  With my name?  Eh.”

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Two year olds do love riding carousels.

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Two year olds might cry when they are forced to get off the carousel (the second time around, mind you), even if there is chocolate milk waiting for them.

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We spent a few days in Boston with dear friends–it is never long enough to either catch up or to thoroughly explore.  Beacon Hill with it’s fabulous little park and lacquered doors and window boxes.  The Greenway with its water play and gorgeous new carousel and easy access to cannoli.  Fenway with its baseball–heartbreak and euphoria.

October 24, 2014 - 1:50 am

Rachael Ringenberg - Ok now I wish we had said YES to your offer of a photo. This one of the Woods is so fantastic. I love the story telling in the photos. I love the guggling of the chocolate milk.