Monday morning, mon Dieu que pluie! The ground has got to be supersaturated by now, great channels S-ing down our driveway, and with dismay, I have found green leafbuds erupting on my lilac bushes!
Put this in your "Useful Information" departments, for future reference: Storm Closings for Town Offices: Turn on WMTW's News 8, broadcast on 107.5 Frank FM and 99.9 The Wolf AM; the information will be displayed also on www.wmtw.com. My only question, how do we get the word out to WMTW when the power is out? Lee Smith says, rule of thumb, if the school is closed, the town offices are closed.
The Edgecomb Historical Society meeting was understandably under-attended, but we happy few enjoyed talking with Tom Blackford, headmaster at the Deck House School off Cross Point, and his student Nick Slovak, who is doing in-depth research on the veterans whose graves are in the Baptist Cemetery, particularly those dating from the Revolution and the War of 1812. Keep going, Nick!
Sue Carlson reminisced about her Swedish-heritage Christmas celebrations as a kid, her mother's baking marathons, and got us all drooling after smorgasbord! And gloegg! She confessed that even now, as the days grow colder and the weather nastier, she often goes on cookie-baking binges.
Yours truly brought a few seasonal decorations, including my uncle's 1940s-era tree angels he cut from thin copper sheeting, and designed to hold small candles in each hand. Not recommended! These days I put small twigs of berries in them, or let them juggle teeny Christmas balls.
But the ancient leather suitcase, badly dried out, its straps rotted away, turned out to hold ancient Halloween splendor! Some really wild masks, surely dating from the 1920s or older! Various noisemakers. All kinds of party favors. When I got down to the crepe paper party hats, discovered to my intense dismay that small critters had been chewing on them, so went no further. In public. Shaking out the suitcase today, I suspect that the critters are notorious birdfeeder raiders because sunflower seeds were among the mix. Imagine galloping up with a cheekful of sunflower seeds into the attic by ways I'm not sure I want to know, but then, how did they get into the suitcase? No signs of gnawing on the leather.
But my gentle readers will have to wait until next October for the full revelation of what that suitcase held! Moving on to thoroughly modern turkeys and pumpkin pies (from left-over jack-o-lanterns, of course!) at 234 River Road, 633-2978, bonesukl@midcoast.com. This column appears in several local papers, and at www.Edgecomb.org.