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. Sadly, 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, words 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.
Yes, am continuing to re-read We Took to the Woods by Louise Dickinson Rich. It’s still propped up on the kitchen table. I’m not sure I want the book to end… just yet anyway. I’d like to quote her on her experience with “B Pond,” because it shows that facet of this book which I may not have well expressed in the earlier post. I’ve never seen B. Pond. I’d like to–ever since first seeing that name on the map. Rich experiences enchanted days, her reward for persisting in this enchanted visit to B Pond, year after year. She loves this pond. And I can identify with that in my own Maine experience.
yesterday we went in to see what was doing on the common for mollyockett day. one thing, this 1904 cadillac on main street! such a simple machine. later we saw it going toward the parade landing.
floats lining up for the parade:
Almost every Saturday in the Western Mountains of Maine we find a festival. Every town, and has its special doings, drawing summer people and locals together to celebrate. Last week in our Town it was the Art Fair. Every year it expands, this year into surrounding venues near the village center—which were not yet open when we biked early morning to watch the Common ready itself for delicious handmade work (in both metaphor and real taste).