Looking back on my childhood I admit I liked all seasons Growin’ Up in Maine. Yes, even the mud season. With the arrival of fall, and less playtime because of weekdays spent at school, neighborhood boys were always ready for…
The Maine coast was 90 minutes away from home in Derby, Maine, yet may as well been 500 miles back in the 1950’s. Trips to Down East were rare although I have fond memories of one lobster and clam bake…