“Raging against the Dying of the Light” or Confidently “Going into the Good Night?” Thoughts from Dylan Thomas and Jesus…

Watching his beloved father become weakened by age and illness, Dylan Thomas lamented that “ Old age should burn and rave at close of day ” and wrote the untitled poem with the well known quote “ Do not go gentle into that good night.” In that poem, he observed the end-of- life ruminations ofContinue reading ““Raging against the Dying of the Light” or Confidently “Going into the Good Night?” Thoughts from Dylan Thomas and Jesus…”

Birches

Robert Frost’s “Birches” has been a long time favorite of mine, probably because it conjures up some special childhood memories of swinging on birches. “So was I once myself a swinger of birches/ And so I dream of going back to be”   But it is more than nostalgic verse. At one point Frost states,  “ ButContinue reading “Birches”

On the Fence?

If you have ever attempted walking atop a stone wall, you know that the stones are unevenly positioned. Maintaining balance is untenable and is akin to walking a rail on a railroad track. At some point one finds oneself stepping or falling off on one side or the other. The best way to stay on aContinue reading “On the Fence?”

Thanksgiving Grace!

Turkeys, which had been extinct in Maine since colonial days until they were very successfully reintroduced here in 1977, always remind me of the traditional Thanksgiving turkey dinner, of hunting with my Dad, of family gatherings, of reading Henry W. Longfellow’s The Courtship of Miles Standish in the 8th Grade, of pilgrims, of funny hats, and of Native Americans sharingContinue reading “Thanksgiving Grace!”

The Barn is Full. What’s Next?

Old potato houses and imposing barns contribute to the charm and mystique  of Aroostook County’s farming country. Often in disrepair and forgotten, they still hold treasures, not treasures of harvest but troves of memories and tales of generations of hard working owners. Their emptiness still echoes with laughter of children jumping from the rafters into theContinue reading “The Barn is Full. What’s Next?”

Fiddleheads and Grace

Eating “Fiddleheads” is a Maine culinary experience which dates back to early Native American days. A “Fiddlehead” is a curled fern frond which can be found for a brief time in the Spring before it unfurls to become a mature fern leaf. Time changes “Fiddleheads” to ferns. Oddly enough, this picture takes me back toContinue reading “Fiddleheads and Grace”