When I arrived back in town a few days ago, my neighbor, who’d been taking in the mail for me, handed me a package containing a bound edition of the Sedgwick Bicentennial publication, “Life and Times in a Coastal Village.” Also included was the photograph above, of my house, the Anchorage, as it once was.
It had always wondered what made the house seem just slightly wrong architecturally. It was the dormer windows added to the house at some later time. The west wing porch was also partially removed, along with steps leading into the house.
Thank you so much, Jan Anderson and the rest of the Sargentville Chapel’s Thursday Club, for this wonderful gift.
If any of my readers choose to follow the link, you can see all the wonderful pies members baked for the annual auction held on December 6, 2015. The proceeds go to benefit the Sedgwick-Brooklin Historical Society and its restoration of the Sedgwick Baptist Church, which I discussed in a previous post.
What Else Is New?
I haven’t posted in a while. My life in Texas overtook the life I am about to live in Maine. Now that the New Year is here, though, I am filled with renewed ambition to maintain this blog. I’ve been inspired by some of the reminiscences in the Sedgwick Bicentennial publication, and the next series of posts I write will be personal memories of Maine, interspersed with factual information about some of the places in this state that I’ve visited and lived in over the years.
I’ll conclude this post with an anecdote connected to another piece of mail my neighbor handed me — a bill from Emera Maine, the power company that services the Blue Hill Peninsula. It was the second warning; any moment, they were going to shut off my electricity due to non-payment.
Well, I had never received a bill from them after phoning them last summer to transfer the account into my name. This was literally the first piece of information. So I called them up to find out what had happened. Had the mail gone to Sargentville? Was it still going to the previous owner, who had somehow not bothered to contact me?
“All the mail came back to us, saying no mail receptacle,” was the response I received from Emera Maine.
How is this possible? I receive mail every single day. True, it is mostly worthless mail — circulars, unimportant petitions, political advertising, that sort of thing. I received this second notice.
Do you suppose she was pulling my leg?