Finally, my malevolent body is better and this most dreadful summer of my discontent is over. So it’s into fall, repeating forever mea culpa, and moving onto whatever is next. I hope you’ll be with me because talking to myself gets tedious fast.
First things first: getting ready for next summer. Thanks to Scott, who always manages to make the topsy-turvy tolerable, I had in hand and could, therefore, start with The 2014 St. George Town Report. And I am doing that. But the familiar and unfamiliar names of committee members, property owners, taxpayers, delinquents, and the newly dead just reminded me of how out of it I was — never a good sign. So I caught up with minutes of various St. George Town committee meetings — the Planning Committee and Selectmen minutes are outstanding — and finally subscribed to the Rockland Courier Gazette to keep abreast of the deed transfers, court appearances, and obituaries, apparently the signal community characteristics of note,
Thanks to MofNC for absolutely perfect pictures. Action shots, surely titled readers rummaging through the shelves of Roseledge Books and the ocean view a reader would see if the reader were reading on the porch and looked up, pretty much said it all. I am almost ready to look at them with the care and longing they deserve. Until then, I have one more Tenants Harbor-ish story and picture to share.
Thanks to AofNC for her good note in July asking for beach reads to break her concentration on the American Revolution, engendered partly by a course she took. Well! Maybe my favorite kind of book is one that credibly extends a subject of interest AND provides a good read, too. So I sort of paid attention to her words and came up with the following beach-or-backyard-with-sweater reads, each of which is almost topically pertinent — sorry, AofNC, but RB’s holdings on the American Revolution came to me from afar — and each book has a tie — however specious — to Maine.
Diana Gabaldon’s An Echo in the Bone, long, sometimes steamy, well into the Outlander series, a time-travel adventure which will surely meet the Maine coast sometime, now in its second season on Starz, which I do not subscribe to, so only watch and enjoy during freebie weeks — if I know about them in time.
William Martin’s City of Dreams, set mostly in the south end of Manhattan but tied to Maine by the TH summer visitor who has much to do with Battery Park, which was there at the time though not yet called Battery Park, and with a Maine sensibility carried over from some of the author’s other books, e.g. Second Constitution.
Kenneth Roberts’ Arundel with cover by N. C. Wyeth whose spirit remains a St. George stalwart, and might inspire a trek on the Arnold Trail to Quebec wich, in part, follows the Kennebec River and is on the National Register of Historic Places, as is, you may recall, the Coghlan Castle.
Get ready for Henry and Lucy Flucker Knox next summer. A HUGE never-to-be-resolved question: does Flucker rhyme with flooker, highly unlikely, or does Flucker rhyme with clucker, as clearly it does, and what about the silent “L”?
It feels so good to feel good again.