Week of January 12, 2017

Week of January 12, 2017

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Robert Dowe honored for many years of service to China area

On Christmas Eve 2016, Robert Dowe, of China, received a most unusual Christmas gift. Through the corroboration of three China organizations, Boynton-Webber American Legion Post #179, The South China Volunteer Fire Department, and Dirigo Masonic Lodge #104, he was presented with a plaque in appreciation for the many years of service he gave to the organizations and the town. On the plaque, presented to him by Sheldon Goodine, along with Neil Farrington, from the American Legion, Chief Richard Morse, of the fire department, and Don Pratt, of the Masons, it states: “In appreciation of your many years of service and sharing of your wealth of knowledge and talents to so many people. You are truly an America Hero.” […]

Give Us Your Best Shot! Week of January 12, 2017

COLORFUL SUNSET: Tina Richard, of Clinton, captured this sunset recently.

 

BEAUTY AFTER THE BEAST: Tawni Lively, of Winslow, snapped this winter wonderland following the recent nor’easter.

 

ICY BLUE JAY: Betty Dunton, of Gardiner, photographed this blue jay in a frozen tree.

CMYHA teams sweep N.H. tourney

Central Maine Youth Hockey Hornets Squirt Tier III team won the championship at the Winter Classic in Hooksett, New Hampshire, over the New Year’s weekend. The team went 4-0 in its games, scoring 26 goals and allowing only one, including a 9-1 win in the championship game. The CMYHA Peewees and Bantams Tier III teams also won their division, giving the CMYHA teams a sweep of  the tournament. Front row, from left to right, Anthony Eafrati, Denny Martin, Garrett Card, Hunter Hallee, Ben Foster, Will Bourgeois and Judson Thomas. Second row, Bjorn Brickett, Tyler Hansen, Cam Dostie, Tatum Doucette, Andrew Beckwith, Dustin Bearce and Hunter Hart-Gurtein. Back row, coaches Dan Bourgeois, Ryan Hallee and head coach Dennis Martin.             Photo by Jesse Beckwith

 

Central Maine Youth Hockey Hornets Pee Wee Tier III  won the Winter Classic Tournament in Hooksett, New Hampshire, over New Year’s weekend. Front, goalie Emma Michaud. Front row, from left to right, Grant Suttie, Bryce Crowell, Alex Spaulding, Brady Doucette, Owen Tilley, Zane Boulet and Will Durkee.  Second row, Tyler Dow, Alex Grover, Josh Hutchins, Tyson Smith, James Jones, Jake Hutchins and Jacob Thomas. Back, head coach Osmer Tilley, assistant coaches Andy Grover, Mike Boulet and David Jones. Contributed photo

Ferrets: Man’s other best friend

Roland D. Halleeby Roland D. Hallee

Don’t ask why or how, but last week, while gathered with friends, I was asked a question about ferrets. Not knowing that much about them, I decided to look into it.

What I discovered about the little furry animals was most interesting.

Although I know a few people who have had ferrets as pets, I didn’t realize they were the third most popular pet, behind only dogs and cats. They are popular, although often controversial. My wife and I have a pet, nearly 10-year-old, Holland lop rabbit. I would have bet, if I were a gambling man, and based on conversations with a multitude of people who care for them, that rabbits were more popular than ferrets.

Ferrets have the size and shape of a zucchini, and are related to European polecats. They are not to be confused with skunks which are sometimes colloquially called polecats, but related more to wolverines, ermines, minks and weasels.

The ancient Greeks probably domesticated ferrets about 2,500 years ago to hunt vermins. The practice spread across Europe, especially with sailors who used ferrets on ships to control rats. Ferrets were introduced to America in the 1700s.

A 1490 painting by Leonardo da Vinci named Lady with an Ermine, actually shows her holding a ferret.

Ferrets are carnivores, meaning they eat only meat. According to the American Ferret Association, domesticated ferrets typically eat factory-made chow. A healthy diet for pet ferrets consist of 36 percent protein, 20 percent fats and is low in carbohydrates. A healthy ferret will sleep up to 18 hours a day.

Male ferrets are known as hobs and females are called jills. In the wild, hobs and jills mate around March and April. Following a gestation period of 35 – 45 days, a jill will give birth to one to six kits. Kits will stay with the mother for about a month and a half, leaving the mother as autumn approaches. They become sexually active at one year old. In captivity ferrets can live up to 12 years, but the actual life expectancy is 7-10 years.

Unlike dogs, ferrets have not yet been rigorously studied when it comes to social cognition. According to Hungarian researchers, their early history in service to man is obscure, but have probably been domesticated for more than 2,000 years through selective breeding. Like dogs, ferrets were originally bred for practical reasons like hunting. However, their role within human society has since shifted, as they are now predominantly pets.

Ferret

Ferret. Internet photo

Most ferrets will live happily in social groups. A group of ferrets is commonly referred to as a “business.” They are territorial, like to burrow, and prefer to sleep in an enclosed area.

Ferrets can release their anal gland secretions when startled or scared, but the smell is much less potent than a skunk’s and dissipates rapidly. Most pet ferrets in the U.S. are sold de-scented (anal glands removed).

When excited, ferrets may perform a behavior commonly called the weasel war dance, characterized by a frenzied series of sideways hops, leaps and bumping into nearby objects. Despite its common name, this is not aggressive but is a joyful invitation to play. It is often accompanied by a soft clucking noise, commonly referred to as “dooking.” Conversely, when frightened, ferrets will make a hissing noise; when upset, they will make a soft ‘squeaking’ noise.

Although most domesticated ferrets were introduced by Europeans, there is only one that is native to North America. It is the black-footed ferret, and its existence is in trouble. The U.S. Fish and Wildlife Service is proposing to use unmanned aerial drones to rain peanut-butter laced pellets down on northeast Montana, where the ferrets reside. The pellets contain a vaccine against the plague, which is common in prairie dogs. Prairie dogs consist of 90 percent of the ferret’s diet. As Americans moved west, prairie dog eradication programs and agriculture and development removed much of the ferrets’ prey and habitat, and by 1987 only 18 of the ferrets remained.

The International Union for Conservation of Nature’s (IUCN) Red List of Threatened Species categorizes black-footed ferrets as endangered. There are currently only around 206 mature adults in the wild and their population is decreasing. This is due greatly to the prairie dog population decline since prairie dogs are a major food and shelter source for wild ferrets. They will also eat small mammals such as opossums, rabbits, hedgehogs and rodents, but prairie dogs are the fare of choice.

So, by feeding the prairie dogs with the vaccine they would stay healthy, which in turn would help the black-footed ferrets.

So, domesticated ferrets don’t have it all that bad, like dogs and cats.

Legal Notices, Week of January 12, 2017

STATE OF MAINE
PROBATE COURT
Court St., Skowhegan, ME
Somerset, SS
Location of Court
NOTICE TO CREDITORS
18-A MRSA sec. 3-801

The following Personal Representatives have been appointed in the estates noted. The first publication date of this notice is January 5, 2017.

If you are a creditor of an estate listed below, you must present your claim within four months of the first publication date of this Notice to Creditors by filing a written statement of your claim on a proper form with the Register of Probate of this Court or by delivering or mailing to the Personal Representative listed below at the address published by his name, a written statement of the claim indicating the basis therefore, the name and address of the claimant and the amount claimed or in such other manner as the law may provide. See 18-A MRSA 3-804.

2016-328 – Estate of LINA E. ALBERT, late of Skowhegan, Me deceased. Jo-Ann Albert, 14 Little River Road, Nottingham, NH 0390 appointed Personal Representative.

2016-329 – Estate of DONALD G. GIROUX, SR., late of Fairfield, Me deceased. Scott A. Giroux, 311 Benton Avenue, Winslow, Me 04901 appointed Personal Representative.

2016-331 – Estate of MARTHA A. ROULLARD, late of Skowhegan, Me deceased. Bruce A. Roullard, 46 School Street, Gorham, Me 04038 appointed Personal Representative.

2016-332 – Estate of FRANCIS J. MORIN, late of Fairfield, Me deceased. Kathy Morin, PO Box 5071, Augusta, Me 04332 appointed Personal Representative.

2016-313 – Estate of ERIC C. BATCHELDER, late of Embden, Me deceased. Sylvia Coloumbe-McGuire, PO Box 22, Belgrade, Me 04917 AND Kelly Batchelder, 41 Hatch Street, Lot 32, Richmond, Me 04357 appointed Co-Personal Representataives.

2016-335 – Estate of JOHN P. STEFANSKI, late of Skowhegan, Me deceased. Anne M. Benedini, 10821 Highview Drive, Dade City, FL 33525 appointed Personal Representative.

2016-336 – Estate of PETER A. JEWELL, late of Smithfield, Me deceased. Wayne H. Jewell, PO Box 211, Skowhegan, Me 04976 appointed Personal Representative.

2016-341 – Estate of STANLEY JOHNSON, late of Madison, Me deceased. Cloie Johnson, 706 1st Street, South Kirkland, WA 98033 appointed Personal Representative.

2016-342 – Estate of MICHAEL P. FLEWELLING, late of Fairfield, Me deceased. Tiffany Flewelling, 540 Battleridge Road, Canaan, Me 04924 appointed Personal Representative.

2016-343 – Estate of GLORIA LORRAINE PADHAM a/k/a GLORIA C. PADHAM, late of Solon, Me deceased. Richard Earl Padham, 1234 Kennebec River Road, Embden, Maine 04958 appointed Personal Representative.

2016-345 – Estate of DONALD C. BARRY II, late of Fairfield, Me deceased. Ridge E. Barry, 299 Ridge Road, Fairfield, Me 04937 appointed Personal Representative.

2016-346 – Estate of RAYMOND P. WALTERS, late of Madison, Me deceased. Teri McRae, 107 Parsons Pond Drive, Portland, Me 04103 appointed Personal Representative.

To be published on Jan 5, & Jan 12, 2017
Dated: January 2, 2017 /s/ Victoria Hatch,
Register of Probate
(1/12)

STATE OF MAINE
PROBATE COURT
SOMERSET, SS
NOTICE TO HEIRS
STATE OF MAINE
PROBATE COURT SOMERSET, SS.
41 COURT STREET, SKOWHEGAN, MAINE 04976

Estate of RAYMOND P.
WALTERS,
Docket No. 2016-346

A Petition for Informal Probate of Will or Appointment of Personal Representative Under a Will or Both has been filed in the estate of RAYMOND P. WALTERS. Said petition notes that there is the possibility that unknown and unascertained heirs may exist whose identity and whereabouts cannot, with the exercise of due diligence, be determined. Accordingly, notice is hereby given to such possible heirs of the existence of the Petition for Informal Probate of Will or Appointment of Personal Representative Under a Will or Both filed.

The following are the names of the unknown and unascertained heirs whose complete address is unknown:

Diane McCarron
Address Unknown
Jeffery Salzillo
Address Unknown
Richard Salzillo
Address Unknown
Kelly Selley
Address Unknown
Susan Mello
Address Unknown
Rose Read
Address Unknown

THEREFORE, notice is hereby given to them as heirs of the above named estate, pursuant to Maine Rules of Probate Procedure Rule 4(d) (1) (a), and Rule 4 (e) a.

This notice shall be published once a week for two successive weeks in the Town Line, a newspaper having general circulation in Somerset County, with the first publication date to be January 5, 2017.

Name and address of proposed Personal Representative: Teri McRae, 107 Parsons Pond Drive, Portland, Me 04103.

Dated: December 29, 2016
/s/ Victoria M. Hatch,
Register of Probate
(1/12)

I’m Just Curious: Yes or no! What’s the answer?

by Debbie Walker

Do you find yourself saying “yes” more than you really want to? Do you hear yourself saying yes but that little voice inside is trying to get you to say “No”?
One thing I think we need to get over is having been told we have to make everyone else happy, above ourselves. Did you ever wonder where that got started?

It has taken a long time for me to deal with this. I always wanted to make everyone happy. What good is it when you wind up stressed, maybe to the point of making yourself ill? Part of that may also bring about a feeling of resentment. Why? After all you had a choice, didn’t you? What was the real pressure in your situation?

Of course when people ask you for a favor, a loan, they need a ride, anything you can think of over the years, you have to have an answer. Or do you? Sometimes people know they are asking a lot from you. They may even preface their question with “I know this is a lot to ask but ….” Before you answer yes, give yourself a minute to think about it. Do you know why it might be good to consider saying “no”?

If there is an expense to you that you really can’t afford, will you consider yourself first? Vehicles run on gas, oil, tires and maintenance. Are you going to put yourself and your needs first?

Yes, you have a few bucks tucked away but you probably worked hard to do it. Why would you be willing to loan it to someone who may not understand you need that savings to feel secure?

I am far from being any kind of finance counselor, however, if you don’t say “no” because you might feel guilty or you’re afraid of upsetting your friend or family member, that resentment might move in. That is just not healthy.

Well, I have asked a few questions here and I have to admit I don’t have any real answers for you. This has been just to get us to think. There is a book that a wonderful friend of mine introduced me to years ago. The title is “Dance of Anger” and is written by Harriet Lerner. One line of description about the book is “anger may be a signal that we are doing more and giving more than comfortably do or give.” It is a great book. You can tell she wanted to get through to folks because it is written in everyday language, not textbook style.

I’m just curious what your thoughts are on the subject. Contact me at dwdaffy@yahoo.com sub line: Yes or No. Thanks for reading!

PLATTER PERSPECTIVE: Pianist: Sir Clifford Curzon with Pierre Boulez conducting

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by  Peter Cates

Sir Clifford Curzon

Beethoven

Piano Concerto No. 5
Emperor

Mozart

Piano Concerto No. 26, Coronation

Clifford Curzon, pianist, with Pierre Boulez conducting the BBC Symphony Orchestra; BBC Legends- BBCL 4020-2, CD, Beethoven recorded February 17, 1971; Mozart, August 14, 1974, both concerts at Royal Festival Hall, London, England.

Sir Clifford Curzon (1907-1982) was praised by one critic as being a pianist who was capable of achieving 20 different shades of pianissimo, itself being the quietest note on the scale. Now any musician of competence will speak of the special challenges of sustaining just one such note, not to mention 20 shades, and being able to make all of them sing. Yet, if one simply listens to the second movement, or Larghetto, of Mozart’s very last Piano Concerto, No. 27, one will hear these shades played with such sublime singing clarity (I wholeheartedly recommend the 24 disc box, Clifford Curzon Edition, which contains every recording he did for the Decca/London label. And there is no other pianist I would commend so readily for a once in a lifetime bulk purchase).

Sir Clifford Curzon

Sir Clifford Curzon

Curzon studied with two major artists of the keyboard, each of them quite different from the other and each of them having an impact on Curzon that was priceless. The first, Artur Schnabel (1882-1951), was the first to record all Beethoven 32 Piano Sonatas and perform cycles of them throughout the world. He also gave uniquely pleasurable muscular and playful performances of composers who interested him and, due to his speeding bullet virtuosity, could turn a quick Allegretto into a belly tickler. Finally, he would have Curzon thinking about the specific demands of every piece of music that they went over but, very importantly, insist that his student develop his own interpretation instead of copying the teacher.

As opposed to the emphasis Schnabel placed on connecting with a piece of music, the second teacher, pianist/harpsichordist Wanda Landowska (1879-1959) focused on technique, tone, pedaling, touch – the whole nine yards of mastering an instrument, and have the necessary discipline to sustain that mastery. As a result, Curzon’s own playing was a most individualistic combination of Schnabel’s stylistic understanding and Landowska’s exacting technique. And the 2 Concertos were given first class performances.

Pierre Boulez

Pierre Boulez

The conductor, Pierre Boulez (1925-2016), was a hard-nosed enthusiast for the kind of 20th century music that sounded like the most horrific root canal; it would escalate the savage beast rather than soothe him. And he advocated tossing out most of what we call the great classics. Yet, when he collaborated with Curzon for the Beethoven and Mozart, it was a labor of love on his part. A major recommendation!

Growing up in Augusta: Priceless

Pages In Timeby Milt Huntington

Our family moved from Belfast to Augusta when I was a mere 10 years old. I knew Augusta was the capital of Maine, because every time we drove through town to visit out-of-state relatives, my parents would wake me up to see the State House dome.

The only other thing I knew about Augusta was the fact that it was the home of a mental hospital which, back then, was commonly called an insane asylum. I experienced a few nightmares before moving here about crazy people walking the streets. When our moving truck pulled up at our new home on Swan Street, my bicycle was the first thing to be unloaded. That drew the attention of the kids in the new neighborhood who would soon become my childhood friends.

I was small. My bike was a 22-inch affair compared with the 31-inch bikes most kids had. That seemed to fascinate the Swan Street gang with the exception of one guy who didn’t accept this new kid on the block. That was OK with me. I didn’t accept him either. He was a grammar school football hero who became bigger than life when he broke his nose. We got into a fight over some exchange of words, and a lot of fists were flying back and forth. I don’t remember any of them making a serious connection, and we never fought again. He became my closest friend from that day on.

What a neighborhood! A family with five kids lived next door. Down on nearby Gage Street, there was another family with five, plus another Gage Street boy who would also become a life-long friend. We played street hockey using a tin can for a puck; All-y, All-y Over, which involved throwing a ball over the roof of a house and Ring-A-Lebo which was sort of like hide-and-seek. We also played Mother, May I, which involved taking giant strides or baby steps when you remembered to ask: “May I?” and Red Light, a game where the person who was “it” shut their eyes and counted to ten while the others tried to sneak up and tag him before the “it” person said: “Red Light”.

We stole apples, broke a few street lights on Halloween and played football on the approach road to the new Memorial Bridge before it got paved. As a matter of fact, while the bridge was under construction, a few of us walked out on the steel work one night and made our way across the river. After making it safely to the other side, I remember remarking to my friends: “Hey! We beat the governor across!” A KJ reporter heard the remark and printed it in the next day’s news.

Swan Street was located right behind the Hartford Fire Station, and provided a neat short cut through its alley on the way downtown. The fire whistle sounded loudly every night at 9 p.m. to signify curfew time for the younger set. There were times when we would be cutting through the alley way when the whistle would blow and frighten us about ten feet off the ground. There’s no curfew anymore. I wonder why the 9:00 whistle continues to blow? Right beside the fire station, two nice men named Frank and Howard worked at a small shoe repair shop. We hung out there because we liked it when they teased us half to death. We thought we were kind of tough. They laughed and called us “pansies.” We were also firemen wanna-be’s, and pestered them a lot.
I always liked walking down Rines Hill when the trains passed under the bridge. Once, we stood there as a smoke-spewing locomotive went underneath. We were covered with black soot as we leaned on the soot-smudged railing, and we had to go home to get cleaned up. The marvelous old brick railroad station at the bottom of the hill would see some of us come and go from the Korean War. The next place down Water Street was Frank Turcotte’s shoe repair and shoe shine parlor where “Our Gang” would go on Sunday mornings after getting all gussied up for church or some such thing. Next to the shoe shine shop was the coolest store in town–the Depot News. A really nice guy named Joe Kaplan ran the place and provided a second home for all us kids who played his pin ball machine for a nickel a game. All the downtown merchants were good to us kids.

We always stopped at Joe’s on the way to the movies at the Capital or the Colonial theater to load up on candy bars. It was also the place to buy comic books. Between the Depot News and the Capital Theater was a nice little store that sold fruits and vegetables. When I was flush, I used to buy a quarter pound of cherries there to eat in the movie theater.

Next to the fruit store was Partridge’s drug store, where we pigged out on ice cream sodas and chocolate malts or milk shakes, often referred to as chocolate velvets. In my high school days, I would work there as a soda jerk. I even took two years of Latin at Cony High in preparation for a career as a pharmacist. Didn’t happen! My high school year book prophesized that my writing would take me far in the literary world. Yeah, right! All the Way to the Capital Weekly and Kennebec Journal, in Augusta.

Getting back to the movie theaters, the Capital provided all the B-Class movies, westerns and such in black and white. It did have a weekly serial, however, which drew us in every weekend without fail. The serials ranged from Superman to Flash Gordon to Tom Mix and The Shadow. The feature was often Gene Autry, Roy Rogers or the Three Musketeers, starring John Wayne as Stony Brooks and Bob Steele as Tucson. I forget who the third one was – somebody very funny, but forgettable. My first ticket at the Capital cost me 12 cents. What a shock one day when it jumped all the way to 20 cents. We used to horse around noisily a lot at the movie theaters, and it was something to brag about to get ejected at least once during our young lives.

Down at the other end of the street was the old Colonial Theater where Class-A pictures were shown. On Sunday, after week-long previews of coming attractions, we would be rewarded with musical extravaganzas starring Esther Williams, Bing Crosby or Jane Powell in living color or flicks like Casablanca, The Wolfman or war movies like Thirty Seconds Over Tokyo. The Colonial played their movies continuously so we could sit through a good movie twice for the price of a single ticket.

Once in a cowboy thriller, an Indian chief, played by blue-eyed Jeff Chandler, stood in the middle of a pow-wow session, folded his arms and dramatically declared: “I walk away!” “Our Gang” had seen the movie once, but we stayed for a second showing to get back to that pow-wow scene again, when we stood in the theater, one by one, folded our arms and declared to the rest of the audience: “We walk away. People call them punks today. We were harmless “hooligans” then.”

On the way home from the Colonial was Ed Houdlette”s Drug Store which was known to have a particularly vulnerable pin ball machine. We hung out there a lot because Mr. Houdlette was also nice to us.

Water Street is what I like to call a street of dreams because it conjures up so many memories of shops and businesses that vanished with our youth. Remember the five- and ten-cent stores that anchored the center of down town Augusta – McLellan’s, Kresge’s and Woolworth’s. We had ‘em all. I was a stock boy and soda jerk for the Kresge operation, but it suvived anyhow for awhile.

Then of course, we had JCPenny, D.W. Adams, Chernowsky’s, the Army-Navy Store, Lamey-Wellahan, Montgomery-Ward and Sears & Roebuck. A jewelry store graced the corner of Water Street and Bridge Street – A.J. Bilodeau’s. Another one sat on the corner between Farrell’s Clothing Store and the post office. It displayed a sign with a picture of a diamond ring. The caption stated: “I came here to talk for Joe,” a popular World War II love song. Speaking of Farrell’s, it once boasted just a single aisle between two counters with a little space downstairs where I bought all my Boy Scout gear and a tux for the senior prom. Nicholson & Ryan Jewelers was always there, it seems.

Near the botom of Rines Hill was a liquor store where my father and grandfather liked to surreptitiously shop. They would always leave their change with the Salvation Army lassie who parked out front. Once, running an errand for my mother, I dropped some change into the lassie’s tambourine. When my mother questioned me about that, I replied: “That’s what Papa and Grampy always do.”

On the other end of Water Street were the beer parlors which gave the neighborhoods a shoddy reputation. Across the street was Allen’s Grocery Store. a fish market and Berry’s Cleaners. Depositor’s Trust Co. on Haymarket Square was on the ground floor of a six-story affair which is now the site of the Key Bank building. We’re talking ancient history, I know, but who can ever forget Stan Foster’s Smoke Shop next to the old Hotel North. He specialized in meals, smokes and some real great pin ball machines. Near the Depot News was Al’s Barber Shop which took care of ducktail haircuts and crew cuts in the early years. His partner and relative bought him out and opened Pat’s Barber Shop at the other end of Water Street near the lights.

Swan Street and Water Street have undergone a lot of change in the last 60-plus years or so. Downtown was the main thoroughfare to all those movies, and it was the pathway to Cony High before the new bridge opened up. Most of those downtown places are now long gone, but the memories (some a little fuzzy now) will remain forever. I wouldn’t swap those memories for anything. Growing up in Augusta was as good as it gets.

Read Part 2 here: Growing up in Augusta: Priceless (Conclusion)

Milt Huntington is the author of “A Lifetime of Laughter” and “Things That Make You Grin.”

IF WALLS COULD TALK, Week of 12, 2017

Katie Ouilette Wallsby Katie Ouilette

WALLS, there is no doubt that the past week has been reminiscing time for me. Yup, I have experienced my 66 years bumping into my memories for days and days. Where am I going? Well, let’s start with Lew’s and my attending a memorial gathering to honor Attorney “Bill” Townsend at the place he called ‘home’…..the town of Canaan.

Frankly, Bill was “Bill” to me for many years, but until I heard the accolades delivered by those who spoke at his memorial, I had no idea how this man had touched my life through his courageous efforts (and winning!) in his many fields of interest. I think, WALLS, you should lead us from the minute we passed through the door at the famous Canaan House. We were directed to the second level for the memorial and, upon our arrival, there was nearly standing-room only! Yes, people attended from far away and close to home. Lew and I sat next to two men from Massachusetts, with whom Bill had been a young student and the elder brother had not returned to Maine for over 40 years.

Now, faithful readers, you are wondering where my reminiscing comes into the picture. Well, I served on Bill’s first conservation committee when we of the Denis family moved back to Maine and brought Z.D.Wire Manufacturing to Norridgewock and Skowhegan. What does that have to do with conservation?

Well, my mom, Roxie Valliere, worked for “Bill” Philbrick and Kennebec Log Driving and Bill Townsend had a goal to get the logs out of the Kennebec River.

Obviously, I would be a valuable member of the conservation committee. Well, I’m not sure I did much except that the committee asked me to testify before the state legislature and my words were intended for everyone, just as the song that we were asked to sing at the closing of Bill’s memorial: “This Land is Your Land…This Land is my Land”.

Attending the memorial was Chris Perkins. His dad, George, has been a partner with Bill Townsend and their office was where I worked when in Skowhegan High School. I worked for Dr. Harold Dumont, dentist, after school and on Saturdays. Now, Chris and I are partners for CATV 11….his being host of Now You Know and a panelist on Keeping Pace, both of which I produce/direct.

Yes, WALLS, so much has transpired over these years. Bill Townsend will forever be revered for the gifts that he has given Maine and the town of Canaan people. The Kennebec is free of floating logs and fishermen and women and children can enjoy their boats’ passage and fishing. Dams that once held fish back from breeding grounds and fishing have been torn away and, as folks drive or walk next to our precious waterways, we may be reminded that an attorney from Canaan made his life’s work to save this land for you and me.

SOLON & BEYOND, Week of January 12, 2017

by Marilyn Rogers-Bull & Percy
grams29@tds.net
Solon, Maine 04979

Good morning, dear friends. Don’t worry, be happy!

It’s a happy day when I receive the Solon School News letter.

The Solon Kids Care Club sponsored a Secret Santa activity again this Christmas. Students and staff members drew names and each one designed a tree ornament for the person whose name he/she selected. These ornaments looked great on our school Christmas tree.

The Solon PTO sponsored a Children’s Shopping Day on December 15. Students were able to shop for inexpensive gifts for their families at a “store” set up by the PTO. Thanks to parents who donated items for this activity and to the PTO, and to the PTO members for helping out.

The Solon Christmas Program took place on December 19. Families joined in as Mr. Rich Roberts led them in singing favorite Christmas carols. Hot cocoa and cookies were served.

The annual District Christmas Concert took place at Carrabec Community School on December 14. Band and chorus students from grades 4-8 performed holiday songs under the direction of Mr. Gilbert.

The Solon Fire Department invited the students in grades K-2 to the Fire Hall for a Christmas Party on December 20. We appreciate this special activity the fire department does for the students every year.

RSU #74 Disrict fifth grade ski and snowboard trip to Sugarloaf Mountain will be held on Friday, February 3, from 8 a.m. – 4:30 p.m. Parents are welcome to join the students. Look for permission slips and other forms to come home with students. Contact Mr. Kirk Robinson with any questions.

Third grader Karen Baker was the winner of a contest sponsored by the Solon Fire Department. As the winner, Karen received a special T-shirt and a ride to school in a fire truck.

When the Solon Fire Department came to the Solon School in October in conjunction with Fire Safety Week, they taught students how to keep themselves and their families safe in the event of a fire. They asked students to write about what they learned and draw a picture to go with their writing. The firefighters chose Karen’s entry as the winning one. Congratulations, Karen.

Just a reminder; The Embden Historical Society will not be meeting during the months of January and February.

Don’t know whether any of you made New Year resolutions but when I do, it is usually hard to keep them all. But this week’s memoir from Percy is a good one entitled, ” Do It Now!” If all of the things that could have been done, Were done at the time they should have been done, There never would be any reason to say, “Do it now!” If our unanswered letters were answered , And all thoughtful acts were performed, There never would be any reason to say, “Do it now!” If we didn’t cling so tight to our old friends, And neglect to make any new, There never would be any reason to say, “Do it now!” If all of the things we thought about doing, Were done each day as it passed , There never would be any reason to say, “Do it now!” But since we are all very human, And tend to forget as we go, Let’s remind ourselves of kind deeds undone By the three little words, “Do it now!” (words by Jean Grindle).