
For the Passamaquoddy people at their Sipayik Reservation at Pleasant Point. Before the causeway was constructed in the 1930s, the waters of Passamaquoddy Bay mingled powerfully with those of Cobscook Bay here. There are plans to restore that.
You never know what we'll churn up in cleaning a stall

For the Passamaquoddy people at their Sipayik Reservation at Pleasant Point. Before the causeway was constructed in the 1930s, the waters of Passamaquoddy Bay mingled powerfully with those of Cobscook Bay here. There are plans to restore that.
Living adjacent to the tribe’s Sipayik reservation opens new perspectives in my awareness. It’s not quite osmosis, but perhaps a willingness to listen.
One of the big breakthroughs for the tribe has involved access to 36 wax cylinders from 1890, the first field recordings ever made, when anthropologist Walter Jesse Fewkes came to Maine to test the Edison equipment before he headed off to Navajo and Hopi lands.
For decades, the recordings were kept in museum vaults, unknown to the tribe. And then, slowly, they came into consciousness, first through taped copies full of scratchy static and more recently cleaned up into digitalized files that tribe historians are carefully gleaning.
As a writer, I believe in the power of stories and the importance of language itself.
Here are some of the insights I’m hearing from my neighbors.
In research for my novel What’s Left, I wound up learning about the people we now call Roma. I won’t say how it applied, but it was an eyeful.
For instance.
Gee, we haven’t even touched on the death customs and rituals.
Drawn from Gypsy at larp.com.
My week on a schooner enlarged my vocabulary.
For instance.
I also like the term “running on one screw,” meaning propeller, except we didn’t have one.
We won’t even start talking tonnage, which seems to mean a lot for insiders.

Eastern European music features low bass notes prominently. I listened to this group with envy. They were doing an all-Ukraine program.

The Maine Balkan Choir international music and dance ensemble performs at the annual Common Ground Fair during hour-long breaks in the big contradance tent. The choir rehearses in three subgroups across the state and then comes together for events like this.
Their closest location to me is Ellsworth, two -and-a-half hours away.
Here are “four for the Fourth,” a sampling from last year’s pyrotechnics display. The photos were taken from maybe 200 feet away from the firing line on the Fish Pier. It’s always a fine festive event along the waterfront.




Have a happy and safe Fourth of July.
On what was the Asa Austin farm, the oldest part contains unmarked graves of Quakers, in contrast to the newer headstones.
For more, go to my book Quaking Dover, available in both paperback and ebook editions online or at your favorite bricks-and-mortar bookstore. Or ask your local library.

She knows I love white chocolate. And it does remind us of the pet rabbits who’ve graced our home and often nibbled away at it.
Not that I really noticed the parallels until now.

Construction by Rachel A. Wllliams.