#aboutmaine

I think my happiest memory is really more of a series of memories. We had cousins who would come spend a couple weeks with us at our little cottage every summer. We’d, all six of us, pile into two twin beds or on the floor every night. During the day we’d kayak or go crab fishing or walk to the General Store for ice cream. At night, we’d have smores around the fire pit in the backyard. That eventually stopped when we were teenagers and I always missed it. 

My first job was working at a lobster shack that a friend of the family-owned. I’d just sell lobsters and oysters and clams all day.