And this Little Redpole Flew All the Way Home

This little guy flew in through our garage and into the breezeway window
I found him on the floor stunned. So I took him outside and set him on the back of my truck and tried to  bring him around. Several of his friends came by to visit and he sat there quite a while before flying off.

His right foot seemed to improve as he came around.
When  I was a kid, a Partridge flew threw our living room window and ended up behind the TV  out cold.
I took it outside and put it under a bushel basket until my brother and sisters got home from school to show them
Well when I lifted  the basket  it took off as only a partridge can, with a thunderous beating of its wings. We all jumped back and I don’t think
the kids saw much more than tail feathers.

Renfrew St, Dalhousie, NB, CA. Past and Present

I just love this Google Maps with the street view. I was on maps the other night checking on a village in Ct., when I wondered if Dalhousie had the street view feature. And low and behold it did ! I posted before on my old post card and was pleased  to see the same view in color. WHAT WAS REALLY STRANGE WAS THE FIRST SCENE  WAS AT THE BASE OF THE STREET FACING AN OLD CEMETERY!! I have to wonder if my Great Grandparents spirits did that. I really would love to visit there but its quite a drive even from Maine. Maybe someday!
People have attached photos to the locality which is a really nice feature.

Here are the the photos to compare.

Wordless Wednesday; Happy St. Patricks Day

                 IT TURNS OUT THAT THE GREEN BULLDOG IS IRISH !!

Wordless Wednesday-YIPPEE!!!

Treasure Chest Thursday: A Mate For The Bulldog

The frosted glass bulldog on the right was my father's and in the family probably since around 1915.  We once had a black one that my mom had picked up in the 1950's. I laid claim to the frosted one after my mom's passing as I remembered it since my early childhood.  I've looked for a match in countless shops for years with no luck. Last weekend we spent the afternoon back at the antique emporium where I had found 1953 Rockville city directory. About half way though and a hundred glass cases, there it was ! A perfect match! It wasn't black but a very nice green color with the light on it. It is an exact match right down to the same rough edge on the right ear. And yes the search will go on for the black one. 

WORDLESS WEDNESDAY: 6 WEEKS TO SPRING!

Wordless Wednesday

Wordless Wednesday- Thank You

Greetings from Sebago Lake

Well after a busy last two months it looks like we'll be able to stay at "the camp" until the middle of September.
The past month has been filled with a graduation, "moving up days", a wedding in New jersey, gardening, packing,Dr's appointments and on and on.
The graduation was at Seton Hall in New Jersey for Laura. She is now a Physicians Assistant and will be working in Boston, we're very proud of her as we had helped care for her since she was born.
The picture is early morning which Nancy took and is one of the few moments which was calm and without rain. No boating or fishing its been too rough.
We took one run when we put the boat in to check out the eagles nest. The eagles are there and it will be fun to watch the activity.
We have no Internet here and I post from the Library when I can.
Have a safe summer.

TURN BACK THE WHEEL OF TIME

Turn back the "Wheel of Time" and take a look at downtown Thorndike, Maine around the early 1900's. It hasn't changed much since then. Oh the vehicles are more likely to be pickups and cars today, but the tracks are still there and so are the buildings I suspect. (I have not been there in years). The tracks are of "The Belfast and Moosehead RR.", which I had posted earlier also run behind the family farm. My grandfather probably saw the same image when he hopped that train out of town.

The postcard has a lot of wheels, at least 5 or 6 buckboards and buggies. And don't forget the wheel barrow over on the side. I like the older gentleman window shopping. Thorndike is in mid-state between Augusta and Belfast, with its rolling hills, open farmland, and green forests. In many ways its the "Brigadoon" of my mine when I step back in time.

Here's the reverse side of the post card. I believe the split indicates the early 1900's. If any one knows the date the style indicates please leave a comment.

A Trolly Man's Holiday

James P. Wrenn b.1880 in Tulamore, county Offaly, Ireland. He died at the age of 48 in New Britain Ct. About the only thing we knew of him was that he was a Motorman for the old Connecticut Company. We had no pictures of him, so when my wife saw her paternal grandfather in the paper, she optained a copy from Ruth Hummel at the Plainville Historic Center.

James Wrenn is front and center with the big mustash

The article explains how the trolly companies created parks to bring folks out of the cities on the weekend. When I lived near Crystal Lake there was a long straight as an arrow dirt road that intercected our dirt road. My dad said it had been a trolly line that went out to the lake. As a kid, he remembered going out there and also out to Lake Compounce here in Bristol. My father-in-law (Leo) told me about the work trollies carrying "traprock" (crushed rock) from the quarry in New Britain all over Ct. Today
we could use such a system in our area.
The article is shown below.



This Picture and article was run in the New Britain Herald back in 1994. The story was written by Ruth Hummel from the Plainville Historic Center.