Posts Tagged ‘growing up in maine’

Maine | Keep A Child’s Heart With A Grown Ups Head.

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Simple, single minded, affectionate and teachable … you and I were all kids once and hopefully still are in some ways in your heart. A child’s imagination has no limits, no concerns about mortgage payments, whether the car’s oil is overdue for a change. The little details that can clutter and detract from a person’s […]

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The Childhoods Of Four Maine Boys Contained In An Antique Open Front Writing Desk.

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If you still have both your parents, enjoy them but my Maine Mom and Dad are now in my memory and heart only. I miss them being here on Earth. But they both prepared the four boys in their family for the acceptance of death as a part of life. I still feel their presence, […]

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Building A Better Truck To Haul Maine Potatoes To Market.

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If you worked at an over the road big truck company, building a better vehicle that sold more units would be the goal. To get that better truck designed, built you had best be very curious. Asking the truck drivers who live in those 18 wheelers what they like. What they don’t. About the rig […]

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Sometimes Something Smaller Can Be Pretty Big.

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When you settle a Maine estate and have to go through the house hold items of a loved one passed away, the small things are the most valuable. The items you remember as a kid that in a garage sale would be pretty valueless. Passed over or not fetching much of a price. I remember […]

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The First Trailer Truck Was A 1963 White Cab Over Diesel.

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My dad was a Maine potato farmer and instead of just growing his own for market, he bought potatoes from others too and was a spud broker. It seemed logical to buy a trailer truck to haul them to market too. Usually in Boston, Hartford, New York City. The first trailer was a 1957 Trailmobile. […]

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Alcohol Consumption Growing Up On A Maine Farm…Wasn’t Really There.

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As a kid helping out, growing up on a Maine farm, alcohol was not preached as evil. Wasn’t prevalent or part of the childhood. Maybe it was because my Dad’s brother, Uncle Bud was a professional alcoholic. Had eight wonderful kids, but only stopped drinking when he stopped breathing, was dead. Maybe that is why […]

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Maine Is Living Within Your Means, Being Careful With Money, Pay As You Go Thinking.

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Around Maine, most folks would consider spoiling a child the worse abuse you could lavish on your sons or daughters. Worse than neglect of that child. When money is in shorter supply, better impulse control with that money comes in to play. Kids watching a Maine mom and dad see how hard they work for […]

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As A Maine Kid, I Rode In The Back Of A Pick Up….

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Maine..Nothing Taken For Granted, Everything Appreciated, Respected, And We Were Grateful Growing Up With What We Had.

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Picking Maine Potatoes, My First Entry Level Job As A Kid.

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     Everything I apply to life I learned in the Maine potato field. Sort of.                   Seriously, you start each  morning, listening to the radio to see what time the Maine potato farmer is going to dig today. A little frost or rain over night means a delay, […]

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