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BLESS ME FATHER by Peter Nolan Smith

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 with my best friend […]

My Father, My Best Friend

My father, Frank A Smith II came from Maine. His mother and father met during WWI. Edith Hamlin had been a nurse with Royal Canadian Medical Expedition. My grandmother had been trying to make a troopship to France. The gangway was being pulled and a man extended his hand to pull her aboard. That man […]

You Can Get There From Here

I love the Maine. It’s the largest state in New England. The northern border is the Allagash River. South the Piscataway separates the Pine State from the New Hampshire Grants along with thick forests, lakes, and mountains to the west. I’ve driven from Kittery to Fort Kent in the dead of winter. Mostly on the […]

DONT FEED THE BEARS by Peter Nolan Smith

My second youngest sister has frequently called me a liar. In some ways Pam hasn’t been not wrong, for my remembrance of the past differs from the collective memories of family and friends. Several years ago I headed up to Maine for my younger sister’s birthday. Watchic Pond was a short distance outside of Portland. […]

Pocket Radio

The following day my father brought home two crystal radio sets shaped as rockets. They were made in Japan. My father was an electrical engineer with New England Bell and explained their workings, “You attached alligator clips to a metal object. The signal is transmitted to the antenna and you tuned the radio with a […]