Municipal meetings

All meetings are held at Lincolnville Central School unless otherwise noted.

The school committee meets Monday, March 1 at 7 p.m.

Spring is really coming

At Tanglewood 4H Camp the camp garden is on people’s minds. In case you’ve never noticed, it’s at the corner of Ducktrap and Slab City roads, is 5,000 square feet and is a vital aspect of the camp program. Campers learn about gardening and sustainable living while enjoying the fun of digging in a garden. Volunteers maintain it, and currently some
new ones are needed. There is also some space for a personal or a community garden. Contact Cindy Dunham at 789-5233 or cdunham@tidewater.net to learn more.

The other day my Fedco seed order came, and for once, I had some of them planted the next morning. Usually, I look guiltily at the unopened box for a week or two, trying to get into that gardening mood again. Same thing when the catalogs first come. But maybe because last summer was such a gardening bust in so many ways, I’m energized to give it another try. This year minus days and days of rain and waves of blight, one after another. So the onions, leeks and peppers are tucked in over a soil-heating cable, and I’ve started watching for the first tiny, bent-over, green shoot to poke through.

The other spring chore on my list is to order chicks. Last year, with no idea of how the nationwide backyard flock phenomenon would take hold, I ordered too late. Nothing available but male chicks. As a result, we went through this year with a flock of old ladies and no sweet young and fertile things to give us their egg a day. I always order chicks from Murray McMurray in Missouri; does anyone know of locally (Maine) hatched chicks?

Winter festivals

Last Saturday there were two events in Lincolnville to choose from, both winter festivals. One, at the Cellardoor and the other, the first Winter Carnival at Breezemere Park and Norton Pond. I went to the latter, and haven’t heard anything about the winery’s event, but we drove by and there seemed to be a lot of people, and I’m sure it was well organized as the Cellardoor’s events always are. Kids were skating on the pond; it looked like fun!

The Breezemere organizers — the Munson, Thibeault and Moody families — made a team effort from the first brainstorming session to pulling together all the details of a brand-new event. Special thanks go to Lindy Pendleton and family who brought their dozen sled dogs and sleds and gave rides on the pond all day, a real hit with everyone; also thanks to Mark Thurlow who patiently pulled sledfuls of children behind a snowmobile as well. Thanks go out to Viking for sign material, Drake’s for hot dogs and cups, Hannaford, the Lincolnville Improvement Association, the town and LCS students who helped, Surroundings for the Chili Cook-off prize, Cleanwoods for a Porta Potty. Thanks also to the chili cooks, the chili judges, and all who came out and enjoyed the day. It was great to see the bandstand the focal point of such a fun town “party” as one organizer put it. It was a day that I hope is repeated again and again. How about a town Fourth of July picnic or a town Halloween party?

Sympathy

Condolences to the family and friends of Ruth Warfel, a longtime Beach resident. Ruth, along with Red Garner, copied the Lincolnville section of the 1859 map of Waldo County, with Ruth meticulously lettering all the names of residents. Also, sympathy to Albert Hall’s family and friends on his passing. Albert and his wife raised their family in the Center; he will be missed. And Edgar Allen, who grew up in Lincolnville and still considered it his home in many ways, though he lived in Belfast, passed away last week. You may not have known his name, but if you attended Memorial Day parades in town, you knew him as the parade marshal, the World War II veteran who placed the wreaths on the war memorials. He did this with increasing difficulty as the years went on, due to the war injury that troubled him more and more as he got older. I had the privilege of getting to know Edgar and hearing about his childhood in Lincolnville and his war experiences while writing “Staying Put”; you can read his story there.

Modern day imaginary friend

A friend told me this story about her 4-year-old great-niece: Mama was vacuuming and the little girl, holding a cell phone to her ear, complained, saying she couldn’t hear her imaginary friend Ashley over the sound of the machine. When her mother explained that she had to clean, the little girl said, “that’s OK, I’ll just text her.”