As A Maine Kid, I Rode In The Back Of A Pick Up….
As a kid, I did not watch television all day, or much at all.
I had a mini bike and explored with my friends. I bought the mini bike with money I earned working on the farm and especially during potato harvest. I used my imagination and played outdoors after the chores were done. I
Youth work, earn their keep, contribute to the family in Maine.
learned the joy of reading at an early age.
My mom and dad were big believers in education, bettering yourself, reading.
I did not feel depressed, I was not lonely, I knew my mom and dad loved each other and there was no divorce. There was not screaming or alcohol in the home and we liked to do lots of things as a family. Trips to Uncle Frank’s camp at Nickerson Lake and an ice cream afterward. My three older brothers were with me on these family outings. I knew I was part of a big family, lots of relatives and we all laughed, played and cared about each other. We were made responsible and became very independent, self sufficient growing up on a farm where we all contributed and knew we were a vital part of the family.
My crib was probably not OSHA approved, I did not get sick much and had lots of fresh air growing up. My childhood was fun and I had respect for my parents. They taught me the word “no” at an early age and in fact, certain
Veterans, Relatives, Others..We Had Respect For Others Growing Up in Maine.
looks meant no without a word being said. I accepted and knew they had the best intentions in guiding me, raising me, teaching me. I had limits, rules and earn privledges, freedom I appreciated and did not abuse. I was treated like a person, not made to feel guilty, and was not raising my parents or other brothers. My parents had the controls, and I felt secure in their guidance and slow release of the strings of childhood. They prepared me for when I was on my own, raising a family, and living a full life after they both had left the earth. We talked about life. We talked about death. Death was a part of life, not morbid, and a reason to live each day fully.
Counting our blessings, being grateful, chosing to be happy, content, at peace I saw first hand from my parents. It rubbbed off, and my kids will share the traditions with their kids, my grandchildren.
Are you thinking you want to live in rural Maine and have a simple life, without drama and loaded with lots of four season, unspoiled beauty? That’s what this blog is all about.
