All meetings are at the town office, 493 Hope Road, unless otherwise noted.
The Harbor Committee meets Wednesday, Jan. 8, at 6 p.m.
The Planning Board also meets Wednesday the 8th at 7 p.m.
United Christian Church invites the community to a Candlelight Epiphany Family Service Sunday, Jan. 5, at 4 p.m. This special service is in lieu of the Christmas Eve Service which was cancelled due to the ice storm. Epiphany is the celebration of the arrival in Bethlehem of the Three Magi who according to the Gospel of Matthew followed a star which led them to the Christ Child. It will be a time for the community to gather and celebrate the conclusion of the Christmas Season with music, singing and readings.
Also cancelled was the Carols in the Round performed by Mount View High School Chamber Singers. Their performance has been rescheduled to Sunday, Jan. 12, at 4 p.m.
Lincolnville’s Christmas decorations – wreaths on poles in the Center and Beach, lights on the Beach tree, tree and lights at the new library, wreath on the library and bandstand are the work of many people: Brian Cronin, Dave Kinney, Jeremy Howard, Rob Newcombe, Doug Nougaret, Elizabeth Eudy, Jill Harvey, Joe Bailey, the Shute family, Don Heald. I hope I didn’t miss anybody; thank you for getting out in the cold and wind and making our town festive!
The Christmas Ice Storm
So we’ve all heard of the big ice storm of ’98 (and many of us lived through it), but this last one, though not as big had the added drama of Christmas. Smack in the middle of all the power outages, with Lincolnville one of the hardest hit towns, most of us were trying to celebrate Christmas. I asked on the L’ville Bulletin Board, after the power came on, and we all had our computers back, for people to share their ice storm stories.
Here are some:
The Christmas the Guppies Froze
Don't tell Caleb... too many people told him the fish would just go to the bottom of the bowl and "be dormant" until it got warm in the house again. Nope. They went to the bottom and they be dead.
House plants care not for the cold. Candles get boring after awhile and oil lamps stink.
Mischievous toddlers are lucky to be alive on the morning of the third day.
Missing church in Lincolnville Center on Christmas Eve felt like missing a beloved family member around the table. Other places, other services, did not meet the need. We were bereft.
Coming home with a grandchild to feed the wood stove on Christmas night, only to find the power on was a joyous adventure. All the way home from Camden we exclaimed in delight... "they have power!" The Center was all aglow. We sang, we cheered, we hoped and hoped that it would be so all the way home and it was.
Knowing that grandparents who thought they would not have children in their house for Christmas did have children makes an ice storm a good thing. A gift that just kept giving.
Washing dishes, flushing toilets with the handle, not a jug of water, feels luxurious. I am rich beyond measure. from Pat Shannon
Sewall Orchard Story
Well, not a story, not lyrical---we are too tired for lyrical---more of a running LIST! Here is what Bob did during the power outage:
Scraped the quarter-mile farm road with the tractor to break the ice up so we could get in and out. Because we live on a hill we had to have some form of traction or else you would just slide wherever you went. So we put down lots and lots of wood ashes so we could try and walk! Then he had to figure out how to get into iced vehicles, sometimes using a flat bar to pry doors open in order to start cars and trucks. Had to figure out how to keep the water to the barn from freezing, because it has heat tape in it; propane truck could not get up drive so we had to figure out how to keep our above-barn tenants warm. Went out and filled propane cylinders as an auxiliary.
Had to keep the wood boiler going, though without electricity it would not circulate into the house (we are now ordering a special generator auxiliary package for the electrical system). Wood boiler kept almost boiling over so I had to climb a ladder and add water to it again and again. When the power came back on it was 210 degrees.
Cut wood for the fireplace, constantly hauling it to house as fireplace was our only heat source.
We could not host Christmas Eve dinner as planned so went to Mia's brother and sister's instead of having them and others here. It was nice to pass a few hours in family company.
Had to haul water from the basement (because we do have gravity feed from the basement) and then repeat all this three times a day while getting up every three hours in the night to tend the fire.
Our bedroom was in the low-40s. We stayed close to the front of the fireplace or slept under 6 quilts. Bob says " I felt like a swaddled baby who couldn't move; I had dreams of fighting my way out of paper bags."
Ice sheets would slide off metal roof and bang down on deck, scaring us and the cats. Scariest was being outside near the house and fearful a sheet would drop.
Christmas Day we briefly visited our elderly neighbor Ken, and then went to Camden to visit Mia's mother and take some blessed hot showers.
Three and a half days without power was more than enough for us. Mia cannot believe Bob lived here without power and without a road (he skied in every day in the winter, with heavy propane tanks or groceries on his back) for EIGHT years!
Here is what Mia did during the power outage: Helped tend the fire, shovel, put ashes down, boiled water on the gas range and worried about how much physical work Bob was doing all day every day. Bob generously adds: You helped light candles, too!"
Blessings to all and the crews who came to help restore power -- there were 5 trucks on our road Thursday in the afternoon and we stopped and thanked every crew member we saw!
We still have not opened and read all our Christmas cards yet!” from Mia Mantello and Bob Sewall
The Best Christmas Ever
“We had 8 in our house for Christmas: Trent, myself, our three adult children and their girlfriends and boyfriend. With no power, we tried a few Christmas carols, but, since NO ONE could carry a tune, we got laughing so hard our faces hurt, which then led to an ongoing hysterical dialog of all our "first dates", which, of course, none of the guys could remember, which led to more humor, teasing and laughing, etc. When the dust settled, all went outdoors, shoveled a "court" on the ice and made up rules for a game of something like curling/shuffleboard/horseshoes using hockey pucks, one left-handed hockey stick, a broom, and some food color to mark the targets (pockets in the ice made with the ice fishing auger) and played for three hours! It brought back so many memories of when we were kids and was so refreshing to see our "kids" playing outdoors at a made up game with found articles in the garage. Everyone agreed it was our "Best Christmas Ever"! from Sandy Shute
Christmas Eve Sans CMP
“It was my first White Christmas in 50 years, and my wonderful, drafty old farmhouse was just too lovely to resist even when a friend offered a sumptuous dinner, a warm bed and all the delights a 20 KW generator can bestow. The warmth of a small wood stove seemed more in keeping with the simplicity of the miraculous night of centuries ago. A candle seemed sufficient to light my way, and batteries juiced my old radio. 106.9 overflowed with Christmas music from lofty Handel to red-nosed Rudolph. There was a cold moon peeking through the icy branches of the tortured tree limbs. The birches bowed low as if in prayer. What stunning wonderment! What a blessing! "And low, an angel of the Lord came upon them, and the Glory of the Lord shone round about them".... (Luke 2:9)... and CMP seemed to agree! On came my lights! My power! My Furnace! I turned them all off except the lights on my fragrant Maine balsam. It seemed fitting, and the magic of the evening will forever remain in my memory.”
from Lisa Curreri
And this, on Thursday Dec. 26: “We finally got ours back on at 1:30 this afternoon after 77 hours without. I'm feeling a little guilty enjoying a hot meal, a shower and a warm house knowing there are plenty of folks out there still without.
If anyone needs a place to do the same, we're here and would feel much better sharing some of this light and warmth. It's been a tough couple of days.” from Jane
At 6 p.m. that evening: “Still waiting on Levenseller.” from Pat Putnam.