Category Archives: maine

August 1, 1995 Watchic Pond Standish Maine – Journal Entry

August 31, 2023 – 6:52 pm

My sister and the rest of the clan had deserted the camp to visit a nearby Aquapark, so I arrived on Watchic Pond and sat outside under the pines. My grandfather and his friends had dammed a stream to create the pond back in the 1920s. It always seemed part of my life. Two years […]

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Cumberland County Kingdom

August 24, 2023 – 3:14 am

Written July 1, 2021 From the Kezar Pond to Saco Bay. Old Orchard Beach to Bailey’s Island. The land of my youth The summer camp on Watchic Pond Built by my grandfather. An orphan became a frontline surgeon in WWI France. A retreat from the horrors to Maine With a nurse, my grandmother. A noble […]

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Chaney – Sebago Lake – July 1960

August 24, 2023 – 1:10 am

Written July 1, 2021 My best friends as a child were my older brother and Chaney We lived in Falmouth Foresides, Maine. We did everything together. School, hockey, eating stolen strawberries from the nearby farm, hang at the docks at the end of our street, and swim at Sebago Lake. My family moved to the […]

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BLESS ME FATHER by Peter Nolan Smith

August 23, 2023 – 8:38 am

Written February 10, 2022 My First Holy Communion and Confirmation of Faith to the Catholic Church took place at a church in Maine in 1960. My mother dressed me in white to symbolize the purity of my soul, although she had me wear a red jacket with a black velvet lapel. I had a fight […]

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Seagulls In The Air

August 23, 2023 – 2:03 am

When I was six, my best friend Chaney and I walked to the end of the McKinley Road on Falmouth Foresides. Portland lay across the harbor. The color of the water was a Maine blue. Seagulls skated through the cloudless sky. Chaney pulled out darts from his father’s den. He gave me one. I threw […]

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