Adam took this picture of Shelly and I at Fr. James 25th anniversary of his ordination back in February.
“In every conceivable manner, the family is link to our past, bridge to our future.” (Alex Haley)
Saturday, May 30, 2009
Gathering At Sue's
Donuts


On Monday (Memorial Day) each year, my cousin Rod and his wife Ada have a sort of birthday/welcome summer celebration at their camp on Ambejejus Lake. Rod makes chocolate donuts (fried in lard of course and very healthy), and family gathers to not only welcome summer but celebrate my Dad's cousin Mavis's birthday. This year Mavis will turn 91 and is still going strong. This was also the first year that I have been home to attend and we had a wonderful time, even though it was a wee bit chilly.
Memorial Day Weekend
Memorial Day Weekend was a busy weekend for us. I traveled to Millinocket so that we could have my Dad's interment service at the cemetery, and at the same time we buried my Auntie "M". While her real name was Harriett, I called her Auntie "M" because for much of her life she lived in Massachusetts. It was a very nice service and essentially we "killed two birds with one stone". Okay, that was gauche, but you all know me...and that's exactly what we did. I was surprised at the number of people that were there but I guess I shouldn't have been. There were some of Dad's friends that had not been at the funeral because they were in Florida at the time he passsed, and of course the family. Dad's cousins, my cousins on both sides of the family because Auntie "M" was Mom's older sister, and of course my sister and her hubs, as well as the remaining aunts and uncles.
Spent the week after finishing up the cleaning out of their home. I don't know how many contractor bags of trash we moved out of the house but there were a significant number. My sister took a fair amount of "treasures" to sell in a yard sale (I HATE having yard sales), I packed up some for our Christmas Sparkles fair, and some of course we saved. It seems strange that 80 years of life comes down to what is left that can be put in boxes, sold, trashed, or given to Goodwill. While my sister was there helping me sort through stuff, we were able to laugh at many things, marvel at the amount of bric-a-brac collected over 60 years, and we even had a few surprises. When I was alone with Art on Thursday morning, getting ready to come back to Portland, it felt strange to be leaving my childhood home for what might be the last time. So many memories, both good and bad. A bit of nostalgia as I remembered running down the stairs going to our bedrooms, carrying my sister (she was 2- I was 9), falling, and having her look at me and say, "that was fun! Can we do it again?" The back porch, the front porch....the basement seances, Julie and I watching the boys drive up and down the street from the kitchen and of course jumping up to see who it was every 5 minutes. It made for an interesting and thoughtful drive back to Cumberland that day, believe me.
Spent the week after finishing up the cleaning out of their home. I don't know how many contractor bags of trash we moved out of the house but there were a significant number. My sister took a fair amount of "treasures" to sell in a yard sale (I HATE having yard sales), I packed up some for our Christmas Sparkles fair, and some of course we saved. It seems strange that 80 years of life comes down to what is left that can be put in boxes, sold, trashed, or given to Goodwill. While my sister was there helping me sort through stuff, we were able to laugh at many things, marvel at the amount of bric-a-brac collected over 60 years, and we even had a few surprises. When I was alone with Art on Thursday morning, getting ready to come back to Portland, it felt strange to be leaving my childhood home for what might be the last time. So many memories, both good and bad. A bit of nostalgia as I remembered running down the stairs going to our bedrooms, carrying my sister (she was 2- I was 9), falling, and having her look at me and say, "that was fun! Can we do it again?" The back porch, the front porch....the basement seances, Julie and I watching the boys drive up and down the street from the kitchen and of course jumping up to see who it was every 5 minutes. It made for an interesting and thoughtful drive back to Cumberland that day, believe me.
Thursday, May 21, 2009
Over a Month


Graduation was last week and 4 of our students that graduated in December were there which made us very proud. Here are a couple pictures of Lisa and I at graduation lat week.
Wednesday, April 22, 2009
Sunday April 19
We enjoyed a wonderful afternoon at Wendy's new home in Levant at a housewarming party thrown by the realtor that sold them the house. Good friends, awesome family, and a great time was had by all. Will put more up about the party once Wendy sends me some pics!
Pushin' the season aren't you, Rod?
Family Pics from after the funeral, March 14, 2009
Been awhile
Hi all...it's been awhile since I published anything. Just after I published the picture of James that Adam took at his anniversary celebration, things got very busy for us here. As many of you know my Dad had been residing in the Katahdin Nursing Home (along with his brother, my uncle Red) for the past year. Just a few days after I last published, Dad had a stroke from which he never recovered. Dad passed away on March 6. Art and my cousin Jane, had been with him shortly before he passed. His passing was as comfortable as it could be but, I know he suffered a bit. On the upside, while this was stressful for our family, I am so happy that he is now free from the sadness and depression that he's had for the past 10 years. Anyone who knows him, knows that these last 10 years since he had his first stroke have not been pleasant for him. The loss of his independence, his craft and ability to perform that craft took a large emotional toll on him. My aunt (G)Nat, had told me a while after Mom passed away that you're not an adult until your second parent passes on. She was right--it is such a weird ass feeling knowing that NOW I'm the one who "knows it all". Sitting in church on Easter and seeing both their names on the altar flower memorial list, was weird and it actually started to make an impression that as a child, I am now truly alone. The good part though is that I still have my sister, a wonderful husband, two wonderful sons, and an awesome family. And for them, I thank God everyday.
Sunday, February 22, 2009
Fr. James celebrates 25 years
Sunday, February 15, 2009
The Baptism of Jett Campbell Morrison
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