"the call of Maine" (Madison, Dexter: college, living in, moving to)

[dramamama6685]

Originally Posted by MaineMathTCHER

My call to Maine was Eastport as well.
I am most at home traveling the streets of Eastport, having a meal at the Waco, spending an hour or more on the pier looking out and seeing and hearing all the beauty the ocean has to offer. Then there is the view while driving onto Moose Island after turning off Route One and going through the reservation. The views of the ocean are breathtaking. I even like shopping at the local IGA where everyone knows everyone. Eastport is the way life should be. Washington County is my home and the only call I hear is one to stay put and enjoy this snow and absolute beauty!

Very eloquently put...have some reps. I'm with the Eastport contingent as well. I knew I was home after only moments there in 2003. The ocean and the people and now my "other family." I feel very blessed to find my heaven on earth and can't wait to get there on a full time basis.

[K-Luv]

Originally Posted by Northern Maine Land Man

True story. Where else between Waite, Maine and Key West, Florida would this situation have had the same outcome? Just think about that and understand that the subject of this thread is "the call of Maine".

Sounds like a rural thing, not just a Maine thing.

[oceanfit185]

the only thing that keeps me here is family.

But I love the way Mainers can treat eachother sometimes. People are actualy nice to eachother when they don't have to be here.

[forest beekeeper]

Originally Posted by oceanfit185

the only thing that keeps me here is family.

But I love the way Mainers can treat eachother sometimes. People are actualy nice to eachother when they don't have to be here.

What I have see so far, is that Mainiacs tend to be nice.

[AliceT]

Originally Posted by forest beekeeper

What I have see so far, is that Mainiacs tend to be nice.

They are real people, unmarred by the instabilities of the rest of the country.

[CreditWitch]

Originally Posted by AliceT

They are real people, unmarred by the instabilities of the rest of the country.

You nailed it Alice! So many thoughts into one sentance.

[Elcarim]

The more we depend, the more dependent we are!

[elston]

The Call to Maine

People call me to Maine; urge me to come home, to come back.
Ghostly voices call me home to Maine.

In those moments between sleep and awake, I hear the voice of my grandmother; she has to walk up to “Morrill’s Corner” or maybe Congress Square, she says she has a list of sundries to pick up; I hear her call in to the downstairs tenant, "I'm going out; Is there anything you need?"

Or Great Aunt Cordelia, after all these years, I hear her still lamenting from far away Limington yearning for the hills and ledges of her childhood in Stevens Plains or recalling the times that were had at the Old Red Inn; “those friends are scattered now some to the bridal and some to the tomb.”

The voices from the plot in “Evergreen” and the grove at Ferry Beach, call to me; they call me home.

And then the phone rings; it’s my grand daughter, it’s grand parents and grand friends day at her school; can we come? She wants to show us her classroom, “I’m in the first grade now Grampy—not in kindergarten anymore." I can feel the pull of home, time isn’t stopping, that young lady is learning to read; she is going to the museum and she wants to take me to the Seadogs game this summer. I can feel the call of Maine.

I smell the salted air blowing in across the cleansing waves as I walk the Marginal Way to Perkins Cove; I see the gulls winging around me as I toss them some crusts and crumbs—they always make me think of my mother, who loved them and may now be flying freely with them higher and higher until just a speck against the cobalt blue.

I quietly inhale the morning mist rising from the lake; I hear the loons and see the flash of fish in dark deep waters. Silently I row my father’s memory across Round Pond as he casts his hopes along the edge of those weeds where he would certainly wait if he were..... I pass a steeple house on a Maine street perhaps in Yarmouth or Castine and I hear his voice “Forward thru the ages in unbroken line……” Yes I hear the call to Maine;

I am trying so hard to get there—and here I choke and my eyes fill with tears. I do hear the call; I am coming home.

[msina]

Oh My Gawd Elston!! "You must spread yada yada..." now I've got tears in my eyes! Thank You.

[Moxie]

We are moving to Maine to be at home. My parents and generations back are from Eastport and Yarmouth, Maine. We have a summer camp in Southern Maine. We moved all over the country when I was a child (career professors) but we always came home to Maine for the summers. That's how it felt. We were "temporarily" somewhere else, but Maine was HOME.

I am fortunate that my husband is as much in love with Maine as I am. He visited cousins in Maine as a child and when he returned with me as an adult it just felt like home to him as well. It is just in our core. We've gone up to visit for just the 2 weeks of vacation we have each summer and it is downright painful for us and our boys to leave. It was as though we were getting a yearly dose of some medication we needed daily. Horrific withdrawl.

We had always thought we would retire in Maine, but made the decision this last year that life is too short and we needed to have our bodies where our hearts were.

We are a little fearful of the typical things like jobs, cost of living and winter, but it is just too much to bear not to be in Maine.