We went to a candlelight service on Christmas Eve and had a white Christmas followed by a burst of sunlight. Wayne also opened some surprising gifts.
Shortly after I bought my house in 2009 I researched who lived in my house in the 1950s. It turned out to be the town Santa Claus! He and his wife had my house custom built in the early 1950s, then lived here for over forty years where they raised two children. There was only one other owner between when they moved out and I moved in. I invited them over and they shared many wonderful photos and stories. During Christmas that year I invited them “home” once again!
Some of you know that I have been selling vintage items online since the early 2000s. As I was photographing one of two identical copies of the 1950s book The Shiniest Star illustrated by Charlot Byj, Wayne stopped talking to me mid-sentence, came over and said: “Hey! I know that book! I remember reading that when I was little!” His face was completely lit up as he picked up the book and turned the pages. He remembered the gold foil star on the cover, too. I was charmed to see him transform from a man in his 60s to a wide-eyed six year old.
Wayne and I are having a Thanksgiving for two-ish: Wishy, Wayne and me:
(This is a repost from my old blog. Our guinea pig Tiny Tim aka Timmy passed away in January but I still miss him daily and draw inspiration from him. His lessons were so powerful that I wish to share them with you here.)
Prompted by a “calling” that came without any explanation, I picked up the phone and dialed (literally since I still use vintage rotaries) the local shelter early in December 2013. I asked if they had any elderly or hard luck guinea pigs. I’ve adopted and rescued guinea pigs since I was ten years old.
“As a matter of fact I have just the pig for you.” He was in need of a foster home, she explained. His background, quoted directly from his intake papers:
“G. Pig surrendered in last 24 hours with history of child in home rough-housing with animal.”
Hello! All is well with me and my fiancé (still getting used to saying that!) With our engagement comes lots of planning so I have been exceptionally busy with that and working. We will be visiting the next new-to-us Episcopal summer chapel, Trinity in Kennebunk this Sunday, so I will have a post up later that day or Monday. I hope you are enjoying the summer!
My late Centenarian Nana had a Martini and hors d’oeuvres comprised of olives, crackers, aged Gouda and Societe Roquefort cheese every evening of her adult life. After her passing this spring, I thought that I would like to enrich my days and feel her presence with a similar ritual. Perhaps it was even the secret to longevity? Continue reading “Afternoon Mocktails, Hors d’Oeuvres & Afternoon Tea”
Yesterday afternoon I drove to Bridgham & Cook in Freeport to buy some preserves. On my way home there was a traffic jam on 295 southbound while still in Freeport, which was unusual. What was the holdup? An accident? No– people were rubbernecking to take a look at what I snapped above.
Now, seeing Maine wildlife on the side of the road is commonplace, but I have no idea what was going on there! As strange as sight as it was, things got even weirder later in the evening when I received a mysterious text with an attached photo from an unknown phone number. Continue reading “Mysterious Maine Bears, Or, A Cute Coincidence”