Tuesday, August 31, 2021

August Adventure #2--The Allagash

 On a sunny Monday morning in August, the Laws family started on another adventure, this time 3 hours further north than they already lived--plus a little to the west. The town they were headed to was called Allagash, near the top of their home state.

  They started out, with the youngest of the family absorbed in a book. She paused to ask her older sister (me) what words meant. Cupola. Linen paper. Queue. That last one was a bit beyond her comprehension, so the rest of the family gave their opinions.

  The scenery was nice, with twisting roads, occasional mountains, and lots of trees.

  They stopped in Fort Kent, both to eat, and to take photos of where Route One begins. Before they got there, however, they took pictures of Eagle Lake.

   Then they continued on their way to the Allagash.

    Upon arrival, the Laws family got out their cameras and got themselves out of their vehicle. They walked across the bridge and snapped pictures of the river from that angle:

    and walked down to the river's edge and took pictures from that angle too:

 They stopped at the Historical Society, but couldn't go in because it was closed. But they took pictures outside anyway.

    They enjoyed their long drive, after talking about doing it for years...enjoyed the scenery, God's creation, and each other!

Sunday, August 15, 2021

August Adventure #1--Patten Lumberman's Museum

   Yesterday our family spent an interesting afternoon at the Patten Lumberman's Museum. There was a bean-hole dinner held there, so we wanted to take advantage of that, as well as look around the museum.

  We went into the main part first, to buy our tickets, then we made a beeline for the food line. We had brought our raincoats with us, and they came in handy! It started to rain as our plates were being filled.

  I don't have a picture of the food to show you, but they gave us beans (cooked in a bean hole,) a hot dog, coleslaw, a biscuit, and gingerbread.

This is where they were re-heating the beans. The gray things around the fire are the "ovens" where they baked the biscuits.

See the bean pot sticking out of its hole? They're cooking in there!

  After we ate, during which the rain poured and thunder rumbled, we walked around to the other buildings. By this time, the rain had pretty much let up.

  One of the first buildings we went into was the blacksmith shop. They had a man shaping metal in there, which was interesting. There used to be a blacksmith shop on our property years ago, so it was intriguing to see what it could have looked like.

  This was a reassembled camp, with cooking supplies in the middle, and a place to sleep off to the left.

  This was the bunkhouse; in the picture is the lower bunk with lanterns hanging from it.

  This would have been the table where the lumberman ate. The next picture shows the table settings, close up.

   This was a Model-T Ford; I was hoping to sit in it, but that was nigh impossible, since it was so old.

some sort of tractor with a plow

an enormous slingshot

This boat was used during the last log drive in Maine, in the 1970's

  We went into all the other buildings, including one with pressed leaves and an old bearskin coat, but my camera ran out of batteries, so I didn't take any more pictures!😒

  Despite the rain, it was a worthwhile adventure...stay tuned for another adventure later this month!

Monday, July 19, 2021

All Things Bright and Beautiful

                                              All things bright and beautiful,

                                                All creatures great and small,

                                                All things wise and wonderful,

                                                  The Lord God made them all.

                                                Each little flower that opens,


                                                     Each little bird that sings,

                                                God made their glowing colors,

                                                  He made their tiny wings.


                                                 The purple headed mountain,


                                                   The river running by,

                                                 The sunset and the morning

                                                   That brightens up the sky.

                                                  The cold wind in the winter,

                                                      The pleasant summer sun,

                                                   The ripe fruits in the garden,

                                                        He made them every one.


                                                      He gave us eyes to see them,

                                                        And lips that we might tell

                                                      How great is God Almighty

                                                        Who has made all things well.

                                                                                                     -Cecil Frances Alexander

me, wishing you a happy summer, enjoying God's creation!



Sunday, May 16, 2021

April Showers Bring May Flowers...

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                           ...like these!

trout lily

blue violets...
and a white violet...

...and even a yellow violet!

wild strawberry


spring beauty

red trillium

lilacs, ready to bloom in a couple more weeks

Sunday, April 25, 2021


   April is a promise that May is bound to keep. -Hal Borland



Saturday, February 20, 2021

Allegory of a Bottle

   There was once a town named Taunton, and as the Lord was walking through this town, he came across an abandoned field. He was always looking for treasure of any sort, and as He walked along, He saw something. Something dull and dirty, glass, with a hint of cobalt blue. It didn't look like much, but as He dug it out, He noticed something. It wasn't just made out of any glass--it was hand-blown glass. It had potential to be a beauty.
    So the Lord took this bottle, and He washed it until it shone. Then He polished it, and chiseled as some of the rough edges. But He didn't put it on a shelf, as some people do--He picked some flowers and put them inside.
    The Lord's not done with this bottle yet--there's still a few rough edges and chipped places--but as the vessel yields itself to its owner, more and more, the rough places will be smoothed out, and the caked-on dirt will be scrubbed off--until the day the Lord says the work is done.
    Meanwhile, as this fragile vessel awaits his perfection, he finds other bottles who look like he did at one point, and encourages them to yield to the Lord, the Refiner.
    And also, while he waits, he collects brown, green, and blue artifacts, washes them, and puts them on a shelf, which should serve as a daily reminder of who he is--and what he was--and what he will be.
    Do you wonder what people call this bottle of cobalt blue, found by the Lord 44 short years ago? Well, some people call him Paul, some call him Dad--but I call him Grandpa.

Friday, January 15, 2021

I Sing the Mighty Power of God

 I sing the mighty pow'r of God,

 That made the mountains rise;

That spread the flowing seas abroad,
And built the lofty skies.
I sing the wisdom that ordained
The sun to rule the day;
The moon shines full at His command,
And all the stars obey.
I sing the goodness of the Lord,
That filled the earth with food;

 He formed the creatures with His word,
And then pronounced them good.

Lord, how Thy wonders are displayed,
Where'er I turn my eye:

 If I survey the ground I tread
Or gaze upon the sky!

 There's not a plant or flow'r below,
But makes Thy glories known;

And clouds arise, and tempests blow,
By order from Thy throne;

While all that borrows life from Thee
Is ever in Thy care,

And everywhere that man can be,
Thou, God, art present there.


-Isaac Watts