Here’s Johnny’s Bridge all over again, images taken on the morning’s bike ride. They’ve been replacing the bridge over the past two weeks, and aren’t done yet. I think I told you about the history of Johnny’s Bridge and how it brought us together with the local historian? After I asked around on how it got that name, Bob, of Bob’s corner Store and Texaco fame, directed us to the man who has been the community bridge to its own history.
On our bike ride this a.m. R. took the image of post and beam timber-framing going on at the house we lived in, briefly, on moving to maine … after an even briefer season of needing a roof over head. It was a gift to live for a few months on this pond. Later we got to know the area enough to write a cycle of books, and a series, one fiction, one non. Here’s a fragment from the first, about a rural town in transition:
we lived on this road and knew about Nettie, the girl who lived on a berry farm on the mountainside above. she was born and raised to be her parents’ keeper in their aging, as some parents did in the late 1800s. your last child was to be yours, not living for his or herself. she did the unexpected and got married. she became a photographer.
Before we moved here, Maine Senator Margaret Chase Smith had been the “longest serving Republican woman in the Senate.” She was “placed in nomination” at the republican national convention, the first for a woman. Today Senator Susan Collins would tie the longest serving record on finishing her current term. She is declining to support or vote for Donald Trump. She has said she may go the write-in route.
Margaret Chase Smith was another senator who stood for what she believed–during the trying times of the McCarthy era, in which the House Un-American Activities Committee was engaging in un-American activities.
Note that the emblem bearers have never been attired in suits and ties. Even today they would not wear their jeans with t-shirts and ties; or opaque goggles showing fantastic images over their eyes while plying their trades.
Today’s post is about yesterday. We live in the land of yesterday … just not yet. But there is another yesterday, too. I post today about that day 25 years ago when the Town of Greenwood celebrated its 175 years of being the Town of Greenwood. These images are reminding us of yesterday, the yesterday we know today. Though they had been promised for this bicentennial, the bagpipes are missing. Shown is the fife and drum, instead.
I’m sitting here in Bob’s Corner Store and Texaco… but… its 25 years down the hapless hapful road of Time from the Town’s Dodransbicentennial. Also Dosquicentennial, word signifying 175 years building on a Latin contraction meaning “a whole unit less than a quarter.” ??? And I’m sitting here… but it’s The Local Hub, same building outside but sans gas pumps… and with a few other outward more elegant touches. Inside the world is 9,125 days past the earlier celebration. Instead of magazines with questionable appeal🙂 and factory processed er goodies, the Hub is filled with organic locally grown produce and other naturally made goodies. Completely remodeled inside, bright and colorful, no longer cramped and dim.