Three Rivers News, 2004-08-23

While looking for another picture I came across this one of a crew from the Derby Shop. I thought many people in the area might recognize relatives and would be interested in seeing it. My grandfather James Zwicker worked there at some point and I was wondering if anyone might know an approximate date that this was taken. If so I would appreciate hearing from them. My email is

Lynn Zwicker Weston


The second mixed doubles tennis tournament of the summer was held in Milo on Sunday, August 8th. First place team was Ernie Madden and Chris Hamlin, second, Mike and Liza Comeau. Other teams participating were Travis Ellis and Tracey Hartmann and Ben Kittredge and Robin Demers.


In the photo the competitors are: from left to right, first row: Tracey Hartmann, Liza Comeau, Chris Hamlin and Robin Demers. Second row: Ernie Madden, Ben Kittredge, Mike Comeau and Travis Ellis.

Round Robin Tennis is played every Sunday, 1:30-3:30pm and Tues, 5:30-7:30pm. Anyone over 16, interested in playing with the Milo group is welcome--bring your racquet and a new can of tennis balls. Our motto is HAVE FUN. For info, call Mary Lou Lee 965-9721.

The Marion C. Cook School will hold an
Open House
on August 27th, 12:30-1:30 PM.
We hope to see you there!


All of us at the Three Rivers News would like to apologize for not printing a newspaper last week.  The printer we have been using for the last few years had a major breakdown.  We have a new printer on the way and hope to not have to worry about malfunctions for many years.  Thanks to your donations, we should be able to cover the cost of the new printer, but if you really missed us, this would be a great time to show us and throw an extra quarter in the donation box where you pick up your paper!  Thank you and enjoy your paper!

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Lake View Trivia

1. The large spools were called (a) giant spools (b) boulders (c) bull spools (d) elephants.

2. The Lake View Band was directed by (a) Omar Hamlin (b) Richard Haskell (c) Ed Daggett (d) Fred Lewis.

3. (a) F.W. Hamlin (b) E.M. Hamlin (c) Arthur Rosie (d) Will Shaw had the first automobile in- Lake View.

4. (a) Will Shaw (b) Omar Hamlin (c) Verdi Hamlin (d) Harland Ladd carried mail to Lake View.

5. Lake View became a plantation in (a) 1855 (b) 1868 (c) 1888 (d) 1892.

6. The hospital had (a) one bed (b) two beds (c) three beds (d) five beds.

7. (a) Addie Canney, (b) Mildred Tinkham (c) Mrs. B. F. Clark (d) Mrs. H. R. Riggs played the piano for the silent movies.

8. The World War I Monument) half ton (b) orchard (c) Stanley Steamer (d) sailboat.

Answers: 1-c 2-b 3-c 4-a 5-d 6-c 7-a 8-a 9-a 10-c

Gazebo News

Ernie Case, the well-known and experienced concrete contractor from Milo,  inspected the Gazebo site and said "it looks good" and "yes, I will pour your concrete slab". Kiwanians were doing cartwheels in the park. After many delays due to vacations, bad weather, etc., etc. things are moving again. The slab was poured on Thursday, August 19.  The PAWS animal shelter group has volunteered to paint what needs to be painted. The American Legion is ready to sign on to build the railings. We also will need a crew to shingle the roof. Any volunteers?

            In the above photo, Eben Dewitt has just given Ernie Case a big “Thanks” for a wonderful job.  Eben’s cartwheel wasn’t caught on film. The following picture shows the finished product.

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Recent Family News From Tampa Bay, Florida & Hurricane Charley. Email received from son, Lanny A. Ellison Subject: "We Are OK." Re: August 13, 2004
(Submitted by C.K.Ellison, 2004)

Now some thoughts of how yesterday progressed: We were very, very thankful to the Alvarez family for their unquestionable offer of safe housing and courtesy beyond reproach. We have always felt welcome there!

Yesterday was a very tiring day. Protecting the home the best you could; gathering up all important papers and mementos; supplies and clothing to maybe last a week; loading the cars; going to a safe house; unloading the cars before the torrential rains started (never happened); diligently watching the storms progression; when we felt safe, reloading the cars; driving home and unloading the cars and putting the items away. We were dead to the world by 8:30PM, but we were safe and sound.

Lakeland is 30 miles to the east and Orlando is 50 miles beyond that from us and now was in Charley's new redirected path. The day before and early yesterday, hundreds of thousands of people evacuated the Tampa area and headed to the Orlando and points further east (where we were going to go, but did not). Charley's turning and redirected path now put those people and residences that felt safe before harms way, not to mention very little preparation time for those safe-thinking residents. Because of the volume of cars on the took those Tampa area evacuees 4 hours to reach Lakeland alone. Orlando is an additional 50 miles beyond that point (probably at least 8-hour drive total). I know those poor people were tired and stressed and feeling safe at that point. But now to discover that those points that you originally considered now a point of worry and fear...I'm glad we were offered shelter close to home. Funny how things turn out...God really answered our prayers and we are thankful for each day that he gives us.

Love to All,  Lanny & Family

We discussed prayer: Everybody is in the book of they handle themselves, during the short span of life we are all the key! Remember prayers are nothing more than talking to God...not the paraphrases that people are gifted with (speech) and become regular as time goes on. Lanny

A Historical Review - Part 3
Residents of Sebec Lake Concerned over Dam
Bangor Daily News, Diana Bowley, 6/6/1981
(Submitted by C.K. Ellison, 2004)

In his letter, Hartley said that if the owners decide not to construct such a power plant, the owner of the dam should continue to maintain and repair the dam, in order that the interests of property owners and users of Sebec lake be protected.

Ron Corso, director of the Division of Hydro-Power Licensing in Washington, said Tuesday there was a gross amount of misunderstanding regarding federal preliminary permits. These permits, the official said, do not authorize the construction of anything but gives the applicant who files for a permit top priority for the project. Four preliminary permits have been issued to cover nine sites in Maine, Corso said.

For an applicant to receive a license, Corso said, about 12 agencies, local, town and county official as well as the congressional delegation are alerted concerning the project request. A notice must be placed in a local newspaper. Corso said any group or individual who has concern over the project request will be given the chance to be heard.

Under government regulations, the applicant must consult with state and local officials before filing an application on such a project. He said he personally traveled to Maine to check a proposal for hydro-power in which local residents were concerned over the water level. He said he even went to the site and chiseled a line denoting where the water level must remain. In that cae, he said, all parties finally agreed on the power plant.

Robert Haskell, chairman of Bangor Hydro, said the company is not interested in redeveloping the power plant at the Sebec Dam. He said his company has plenty of opportunities to build generating plants or to purchase electrical power from other sources at lower costs than developing the Sebec site. He said the Sebec dam has only been used for storage of water for downriver plants.

Cotton has 24 months to study the feasibility of utilizing the Sebec site for hydroelectric power.



MILFORD - Lawrence E. Mannisto, husband of Charlotte (Hastey) Mannisto, died June 20, 2004, at his Milford residence. He was born Sept. 8, 1923, in Orneville, the son of Adam and Venla (Viinikka) Mannisto. He attended elementary school at Boyd Lake and graduated from Milo High School in 1941. He served during World War II, as a pilot in the U.S. Air Force and was honorably discharged in Nov. 1945. He then graduated from Nashville Auto-Diesel College, Aug. 1947, and from Coyne Electrical and Radio School in Chicago, Ill., Aug. 1950. He was employed at Republic Aviation in Farmingdale, Long Island, N.Y. for five years before returning to Maine. He is survived by his wife of 54 years, Charlotte (Hastey) Mannisto of Milford; two sons, Gregory Mannisto and his wife, Linda, of Lamoine, Glenn Mannisto of Milford; four grandchildren, Joseph Mannisto of Augusta, Andrew Mannisto of Milford, Nikki Hibbs of Chesapeake, Va., Erica Mason of Hancock; one great-granddaughter, Brianne Mannisto of Augusta; his twin brother, Heikki Mannisto of Boyd Lake; two sisters, Aune Hinton of Bowerbank, Hilda Burrow of Sebec. In addition to his parents, he was predeceased by two brothers, Karl and Reino Mannisto.


PALMYRA - Jean E. Clifford, 61, died Aug. 10, 2004, at a Bangor hospital. She was born May 17, 1943, at Dover-Foxcroft, a daughter of Karl and Rachel (Hersey) Snow Sr. She was member of the Church of Christ in Newport. She is survived by her former husband, Garfield Watson of Palmyra; her children, Steven Watson of Queens, N.Y., Diane (Watson) Billington of St. Albans, Mark Tanguay Jr. of Sanford, Wendy (Clifford) Morin of Parkman, Jan (Clifford) Davis of Sangerville, Sherri Clifford of Newport, Jason Clifford, serving with the U.S. Army in Iraq, Deanna (Clifford) Niles of Lewiston, Thomas Clifford of Roanoke, Va.; her siblings, Karl Snow Jr. of Charleston, Linda (Clapp) Ashton of Plymouth, Robert Clapp of Bangor, Darlene (Clapp) West of Milo, Daniel Clapp of Guilford, David Bennett of Bangor, and Tami (Bennett) Andrews of Brownville Junction; 16 grandchildren; two sisters-in-law, Helen Clapp and Rae Snow



In Loving Memory  June 13, 1961 - Aug. 13, 1982 Missing you daily and wishing I could share with you the joys I have experienced. Lovingly thought of, your brother, Frederick Hunter Jr. and family, Mary, Mychal and Tylor.


Here is a list of the winners of the Milo Garden Club’s raffle held on August 5th:.

Raffle Winners:  Afghan- Shirley Rhoda , Wreath- Emily Gould , Lap robe- Linda Rhoda , Wall hanging -Jeanne Hamlin  Planter- Susan Keith , Door Prizes:  Michelle St. Cyr , Dorothy Mularz , Debbie Walker ,Christine Asdot , Jerry Anthony ,Teri Morrill , Lynn Weston , Monica Demers , Mary Marks  Centerpieces: , Nancy Moore , Tanya Zaccaro , Betty Willett , Andrea Green , Fran Brewer , Lillian McLean  Ellen Dewitt

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The following story was submitted by Yvonne French.  It serves to illustrate what a small world we live in.


Dear Val:, Sorry it took me so long to get this to you, but my weekends were filled with embossing pencils. I am the pencil mom for my son's school here in northern Virginia, which means that every weekend when most couples are doing other things, like going out, my husband and I make personalized pencils using an embossing machine. It is hard to believe how much this ties into our Schoodic Lake vacation last August. No one I've talked to in Washington thinks I'm telling the truth, but, of course, lying is a high form of art here.

First you should know that after my son's preschool years, I vowed never to volunteer for anything again. I was explaining this perennial resolution of mine to another mom on my street named Sue. We were watching the kids ride bikes. Little did I know that the president of the Parent Teacher Association also lives on our street. Just then he drove up and rolled down his window. After being introduced and chatting for a while, I said, "Let me know if there's anything I can do." Sue and I resumed talking.

"Did I just volunteer to for something?" I asked.

"I think you did," she laughed.

In May 2003 I found myself in the home of the mom who had done pencils for the last six years. I was there to pick up the vintage 1940s pencil embossing machine, 2,000 hexagonal pencils in various colors, the metal type for putting the names on the pencils, a bulging file of information and some rolls of gold foil with which to imprint the children's names. I had a bad feeling about the project right away because this mom had a collection of framed spiders on the walls of her house. I hate spiders. Next to lies, spiders are the biggest hazard of living in the south: I have been bitten three times and even had to visit the ER once. I shuddered as we went downstairs, where she showed us how to work the machine.

The former pencil mom, who is actually a volunteer bug docent at the Smithsonian, showed me how to set the type, put a pencil in the groove, and press down on the handle of the old machine. Voila: a child's name embossed in shiny gold near the eraser end of the pencil.

"You'll need to order more two boxes of royal blue pencils (the school color, she explained), one more box of black and one more box of metallic green. Oh, and you might need some more gold foil." She had only a two of these gold foil rolls left from an order placed years ago. They looked like half-used toilet paper rolls shrunken to doll-house size, but with a really thick cardboard core. She gave me the contact information for both the pencil and the foil companies.

I got everything home and soon ordered the pencils. I also called foil company, T.J. Edwards Co., of Stockton, Mass. The number was disconnected. I tried to e-mail them. My message bounced back. I checked their Web site: "Site not found," the computer immediately displayed.

Luckily, in June 2003 my work sent me to an archiving class to learn how to file things so people can find them. Once certified, it occurred to me to check the tattered manilla file folder that the previous pencil mom had given me. The top page was a letter from Enefco, of Auburn, Maine. It said they would be taking over foil sales for T.J. Edwards, which has gone out of business.

"Good," I thought. "The previous pencil mom had said that the pencil business would be brisk in September and I don't want to disappoint anyone eager to do schoolwork using a personalized pencil."

But then the July heat set in and I went into my summer slump. This is when I stop gardening and lay on the couch ingesting books so steadily that I fear Fairfax County, Va., Child Protective Services is going to come get me.

"Mom, I'm hungry."

"On top of the TV," I say.

Of course there's nothing of the sort, but my seven-year-old son, Ben, is learning independence, I tell myself. My torpor was interrupted when the boxes of pencils arrived from Tennessee. This renewed my foil quest, and just before we left for our vacation at

Schoodic Lake, I tried to call the company in Auburn, but there was no answer.

"Well," I thought to myself, "maybe we can swing by on the way and get this elusive gold foil."

Well, Val, I found myself at the lake with no gold foil.

"Maybe on the way back," I thought. I put in a call to Auburn. No answer. Tried again. They said: "We're not doing that any more, you need to call United Global Supply in Massachusetts." This was becoming more like a hunt for the Holy grail, I thought to myself!

I called Massachusetts the next morning. No answer. Called again. "Oh, you need to talk to Bob Bumpers, he will be back at 8:30 tomorrow morning." I called back the next morning. Bob was not there, but a friendly voice said, "Maybe I can help you." I breathed a sigh of relief and explained to a Mr. Charlie Williams the doll-house toilet paper rolls of gold foil. I gave my address in Virginia, and for good measure said I happened to be calling from New England.

"Oh really? Where?"

I picked he biggest nearby town I could think of and blurted: "Millinocket." (For some reason, Bangor didn't come to my flatlander mind.)

"We used to be located in Brownville," he said.

"No way! I am sitting less that 5 miles from Brownville right now!" I practically shouted into the phone.

We talked for a while. As several later conversations with local residents informed me, they used to make popsicle sticks and tongue depressors and wooden shoe shanks in buildings on either side of the railroad tracks in Brownville, and later, they made metal shoe shanks found inside most of the combat boots worn by our soldiers in Vietnam.

There's more. My big joke about camp is that the mosquitoes are so big they need landing strips (this is actually borrowed from that song about blackflies landing on Route 1) and that after dark it is so quiet the only thing going on is the moths keeping the motion-detector light on all night (hey, anything beats venomous spiders). Anyway, it does get quiet around there, and the people are so friendly that any wanderer down the gravel road is always the recipient of a friendly hello. I was sitting near a window when one such person ambled by.

"Hey," I said, and he walked into our driveway. Turns out my Dad went to Milo High School with him, but this fellow was a few years younger. They talked for a little while and I finally said, "You have to hear this story." I told him the whole Mass-Maine-Mass thing, winding up in Brownville Junction.

"My father used to own that company," said the walker.

"NO WAY!! You're pulling my leg."

"Nope," said Larry Keef, who was up from Portland with his wife, Linda, and staying at the Withham's camp. He told me about the company, which his dad, Bernard, co-owned with John Lewis. They made wooden and then metal shoe shanks, increasing production to a million or thereabouts during the Vietnam War in a blue cinder block building that his father owned.

Pegwood and Cordage Company was at one time called the Lewis Company. In a wooden building on one side of the tracks in Brownville, they made tongue depressors, ice cream spoons, and later, Popsicle sticks. The company was sold to National Shoe Products, a division of Biltrite Company, and they then made wooden shoe shanks. In the cinder block building 1⁄4 of a mile north, they made steel shoe shanks, steel combination shanks (a Brownville invention) and plastic western cowboy boot shanks. This company was acquired by Plymouth Cordage Industries (PCI), which operated the Brownville plant for a number of years. PCI was bought by United Shoe Machinery (USM), of Beverly, Mass. Also known as "The Shoe," USM was the largest supplier to the American footwear industry. They closed the Brownville plant.

To make a long story short, when PCI was acquired by USM, Mr. Williams had gone over to C.S. Pierce, which later went into bankruptcy, but not before acquiring J.J. Edwards, one of the biggest suppliers of the foil and foil stamping machines that shoe manufacturers need to label shoes and laces with brand names and logos. When C.S. Pierce went bankrupt, Mr. Williams took over the foil and stamping operation, which is how I came to contact him for

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the gold foil. The industry has since become more global in scope, which is why they now call it United Global Supply.

In the 1970s, when PCI still had the plant in Brownville, Mr. Williams was the liaison to the home office and spent two or three weeks a year there. Earlier, his father, Edwin Williams, had even worked for a short while with Larry Keef's father. Mr. Williams was very patient to explain all of this to me between calls from his biggest client, the parent company of Hush Puppies.

Would you believe there's even more? Before we left for the 16-hour drive home, Virgil and Janet Valente fed us a home-cooked meal from their spectacular garden on Prospect Street in Milo. I prevailed upon their good will and recited my Mass-Maine-Mass foil search, which parallels the sad story of the buyouts, relocations and closures of New England shoe plants. My husband said he had heard the story so many times that he was starting to feel like Bill Murray in the movie Groundhog Day.

"My mother worked there for 30 years," intoned Virgil.

His mother's name was Alta. He remembers her checking the print on wooden sticks stamped rare, medium, and well-done. They were for labeling restaurant steaks. If his cooking is any indication, his mom also spent a lot of time teaching him what to do in the kitchen.

Luckily, I got the gold foil before the September rush of pencil orders. There you have it, Val. As you know, truth is stranger than fiction. I'm sure some of your readers have more, better information about the history and goings-on at the Brownville manufacturing plant. Perhaps they can fill in the blanks, for I'm no William Sawtell. Too busy making pencils!

Sincerely, Yvonne French

Hi Val,

Some people have requested my address at Roy Monroe's memorial service. I am not sure if this is an item for your paper or not; however, I'm sending it along as an attachment. Tom Poole

Memorial Service Message for Roy Monroe
July 31, 2004   As Presented by
Thomas R. Poole

Good morning Dorothy, relatives and friends of the Monroe family:

We have gathered today to remember the person, life and times of a most remarkable man, Roy Monroe, beloved citizen of Milo and my dearest friend. My hometown has lost many treasures this past year. Not only have we lost Roy, but also individuals like Helen Carey, Christine Howard and Mrs. Thais Zamboni. And I’m sure there are many others I may not be aware of.

Roy and Dot Monroe came into my life when I was about three years old. I had already adopted Roy’s parents and aunt, Elsie and Guy Monroe and Ida Mc Kenney as family. Little did I know how long this relationship was to last. Dot Monroe actually taught me to count.

My early memory of Roy was that of a workaholic in his print shop on Park Street and later as the director of Piscataquis County’s Civil Defense Center in town. While I was in school (and before we bought our first set of World Book Encyclopedias from Dot), Roy was a major resource for class projects. Mom would often say, “Ask Roy Monroe.” Yes, Roy’s intellectual mind was legend way before I was even born.

During the 1970s, Roy spent a period of time typing thesis papers for University of Maine graduate students. I was the one who collected and delivered these papers. Roy was remarkable. Whether the paper was on history, literature, music, science or art, Roy would cite misquotes and grammatical errors. Mind you, these were papers supposedly ready for publication. Advisors and department heads had already approved them, yet Roy would find numerous mistakes. This was fascinating to witness. Roy’s concern for detail also helped Dot in her real estate business.

I am a Christian missionary. I would be failing my friend and call if I did not share with you the faith aspect of Roy’s life, for it was his faith that gave him peace in the face of adversity. As you will hear from others, Roy Monroe, left many memories with many

people. I remember him best, however, as a lover of God’s Word. Roy became my spiritual father and mentor as I first opened the scriptures for study. He had keen insight and a vision for the kingdom and it became the subject of many of our talks.

In the late 1960s, when I was in my early twenties and altogether too much into myself, Roy and Dot invited me to attend church with them. At that time, they were involved with Maine Rural Missions and attending one of the mission’s churches in Bradford. I remember enjoying the music and fellowship; however, I did not feel I was in their camp. Why? I had questions about the Bible. I finally shared this with Roy. I told him that I believed in God but I did not believe that everything in the Bible was true. His response was thought provoking. He asked me to give him an example. Though I was somewhat of a biblical illiterate, I mentioned Jonah and the whale. I believed this was a mere story, just a myth with a lesson. He said, “Tom, I do not know what the God of your imagination is like, but the God of Scripture is an Almighty God. He would have had no problem getting the great fish to swallow Jonah… or Jonah to swallow the great fish.”

I’ve often thought about Roy’s response.  Later, I do remember reading that nothing is impossible for God. This was in reference to His being able to have a camel pass through an eye of a sewing needle, and, that without God’s provision, it is impossible to get into heaven. (Matthew 19:24)

Roy also introduced me to the writer, C.S. Lewis who added another dimension to my belief system: Jesus Christ is God the everlasting Father! Somehow, in my Sunday school training, I had missed the teaching that God the Son and God the Father were one and the same. Thus, the trinity took on new meaning in my life.

It’s possible that many of you are here today to honor the memory of Roy because he is quote “dead and gone.” If so, I’m sorry you see it that way. Gone he is but dead he’s not. Roy has now been enjoying the good life in the kingdom for some thirty weeks. His joy is beyond expression. The length of his life there will surpass his life here when he becomes 180 in the year 2094, and it will continue on into the ages. To paraphrase one of Roy’s favorite quotes:  “One day you will hear that Roy Monroe is dead. Don’t you believe it! I will be more alive then ever.”

Moses lived and died centuries before Jesus was born; yet we later see him appearing and talking to our Lord on the mount. How can this be? Moses was alive and still is today. The person who is the real Roy Monroe, like Moses, is very much alive. True, the tent he was residing in has fallen, but as our Lord promised, a better place was waiting for him on December 16, 2003. Thus, Roy is not dead and gone, but gone and alive. He is in a place Jesus called paradise with his beloved Ida, Elsie and Guy, waiting for the rest of us who share in the hope of God’s grace in Christ.

Since I am referring to heaven, I have a humorous story that Roy and I shared together last year.

A very wealthy believer died and went to the gates of heaven with an unusual request. He asked St. Peter for permission to bring some of his wealth into the kingdom. St. Peter reminded him that he could not bring anything with him. The wealthy believer then asked St. Peter to forward his request to the Lord and this was done. Astonishingly, the Lord gave permission and the wealthy man returned with a large, heavy suitcase. St. Peter’s curiosity led him to ask what was in the suitcase. The wealthy man opened it revealing many bars of pure gold. St. Peter was amazed. He exclaimed,  “You could have brought any of your treasures and you chose to bring pavement!” Charlie Chaplin believed a day without laughter was a day wasted, and people like Roy and Chris Howard were able to enlighten our lives because of their humor and positive outlook on life.

The prospect of being with loved ones someday far longer than we were with them here on earth is a great hope… or a very cruel promise. Isn’t it sad that the cares of this present world block our thoughts of such a hope? Jesus told the thief, “Today, you will be with me in paradise.” If we were definitely moving to a different place, wouldn’t we wonder what it was going to be like there, or wonder whom would we know there? These are common questions, yet we seldom ask them about our final destination. What is the kingdom really going to be like? We do not know. The Bible says, “As it is written, no eye has seen, no ear has heard, no mind has
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conceived what God has prepared for those who love Him” (1 Corin. 2:9)

How does one get the assurance he or she will go to such a wonderful place? Doesn’t it take great faith? Yes, and where does this faith come from? The Scripture reminds us, “Faith comes from hearing, and hearing through the Word of Christ” (Romans 10:17 ESV). Roy found this to be true. He received faith not because he merely asked for it, but because God, in His grace, gave it to Roy as a gift while he was reading His Word. He was made a new person as I was some thirty-four years ago. [Scripture references from Rick Warren’s book, The Purpose driven Life.]What on earth am I here for? Proverbs 11:28; Jeremiah 17:7-8. It all starts with God. Colossians 1:16; Job 12:10; Romans 8:6; Matthew 16:25; Ephesians 1:11; You are not an accident. Isaiah 44:2; Psalm 139:15; Acts 17:26; Ephesians 1:4; James 1:18.

Roy and I used to talk about different Christian leaders. One was Dr. Donald Grey Barnhouse, the popular Philadelphia pastor who was on radio for years. Barnhouse lost his first wife to cancer when she was in her thirties. At the time of her death, the oldest of her three children was twelve. Dr. Barnhouse had such great victory about his wife’s death that he decided to preach the funeral. On the way to the service he was asked by his twelve-year-old daughter what his wife’s death was like. A large truck passed by their car casting a shadow over them. Barnhouse asked, “Would you rather be run over by that truck or it’s shadow?”

She replied, “By the shadow, of course! A shadow can’t hurt you.”

Dr. Barnhouse then turned to his children and said, your mother has been overrun not by death, but by the shadow of death.”  At her funeral service he preached on Psalm 23” “Even though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil, for you are with me.”

Mrs. Barnhouse, our beloved Roy and my dear friend, Chris Howard, were overtaken by death’s inevitable shadow, but there was nothing to fear because the full force of death (symbolized by the truck) struck the Lord Jesus Christ instead of them. Heaven is not a mythological place developed out of a hope for an afterlife. It’s a real city promised by the sure word of Jesus Christ,

Maker of Heaven and Earth.

Perhaps there is hardly a Miloite who has needed prayer that Roy has not prayed for. How can I say this? Roy lived for years here and was well read and informed. It was his custom to pray morning and evening. He loved people, all kinds of people. True, he had his differences with the younger generation, but this did not interrupt his prayer life whatsoever. Many a time he had me cooling my heels in his living room as I waited outside his study while he finished his prayers. Roy was a man of prayer, but he wasn’t perfect. His feet were made of clay like all the rest of us and I know Dot would say “amen” to that.

If perchance, you are here today from an unchurched background, I urge you to examine the Word of Life, the Bible that Roy so dearly loved. The Bible says, “Examine yourselves, to see whether you are in the faith. Test yourselves. Or do you not realize this about yourselves, that Jesus Christ is in you? – unless indeed you fail to meet the test!” (2 Corinthians 13:5 ESV). As you read, act like a family member listening to the reading of a will. Ask yourself: “What is being said and what is in it for me?” See if the “whosoever” in John 3:16 relates to you. In other words, see if there’s a shoe there for you and if it fits. For you fellow siblings in the faith who are still waiting for the blessed hope, keep your eyes on that City whose architect and builder is God. This will keep you from stumbling as you cope with life here on earth.

Roy was first a teacher. He was even teaching from his bed at the Hibbard Nursing home. If he were here today, the most important lesson he would share with you would probably come from the Apostle Paul’s writing:

“This is a faithful saying, and worthy of all acceptance, that Christ Jesus came into the world to save sinners; of whom I am chief” (1 Timothy 1:15).

Each day God gives you with a loved one is a gift of grace. One day the gifts will cease and we will be left to face the Great Gift Giver Himself. Knowing God knows all our thoughts, words and deeds, what will we say to Him? Jesus said, not everyone who says

to me, “Lord, Lord, will enter the kingdom of heaven.” You see, it’s a matter of the heart and the Lord knows those who love him. He resists the proud but gives grace to the humble. Although the Christian faith is not universal, we can be thankful it offers a universal hope to all people.

In conclusion:

Some people make you happy. They offer humor to lift you up. Some people make you sober; they remind you of human failures. And some people enlighten you, because they open your eyes to things that really matter in life. Roy Monroe was all of these to me and I trust to many of you too. Let’s pray:

Dear Father in Heaven, Maker and Savior of the universe, we thank you that we were able to share the life, love and friendship of your child, Roy Monroe. May we, along with his beloved Dorothy, be faithful in your sight as we wait for the day when we too will appear before You. May it truly be a blessed hope for each one of us as well as a great reunion with loved ones.

In Christ’s name we pray.  Amen 

The Milo District Schools
By Lloyd J. Treworgy

Continued, Part XXII 

The high school course, as standardized in this first revision, had freshmen subjects much like those in the grammar school of today—arithmetic, grammar and geography.  In the upper years algebra, geometry, physics and history appeared and for the college bound, some Latin, chemistry and mineralogy.

“The college course,” the Superintendent’s report remarked, “has been made to accord with the requirements for admission to these institutions.”

For high school terminal students, the senior year was devoted to a review of grammar school studies—principally arithmetic and grammar—along with the normal high school subjects, algebra and geometry.

With an eye to thoroughness which was to be a mark of the district schools of the future, the report noted that there would be reading, spelling and penmanship, the first three years and compositions throughout the course together with “the formation of a literary society in which all high school scholars will be expected to take part.”

The 1898 Breeze, as it happens, lists “the new officers of the literary club” of that year.  They were President, James McFadyen, Jr.; Vice President, Miss Nellie Rogers, Secretary-Treasurer, Charles Bradeen; executive committee, Miss L.S. Pray, Miss Susie Perrigo and Miss Freeda Holbrook.

In a subsequent second revision of courses throughout the school system, in 1897, the high school curriculum looked more like that of ours today minus, of course, those mostly scientific subjects which, in the past generation or two, an increment of new knowledge and a growing awareness of the world about us, have thrust, willy-nilly into our schools.

A few requirements after that second revision were different from today: Latin, or French required all four years, physical geography and a course labeled, “essay work”—together with a footnote which announced that “all grammar school studies, viz. arithmetic, geography, physiology, United States history, to be reviewed during course, at times optional to teachers.”  There was an ambiguous sentence also: “studies introduced to take place of languages”—although no substitutes studies were mentioned; and a note that there would be compositions twice each term.

Not knowing what information and quite possibly valuable encouragement or inspiration to foster a desire for learning went into the teaching in the free high school during its first chaotic twenty years, when students had been “allowed to study anything and everything,” it’s impossible to

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comment with any degree of significance on what it accomplished through those early years.

One observation, however, it is possible to make:  the expression “high school” or “higher learning,” carried in those early days the same fallacy they carry today—or did carry, until they began to be questioned in recent years.

The fallacy is that mere exposure to the atmosphere of high school, (or for that matter, college), per se, cultivates the mind of the student thus exposed.  Such false thinking has led, and is still leading, to the waste of taxpayers’ money and of student potential, in the tragic and often empty pursuit of a paper goal—the diploma.  Attainment of this goal—still cherished and still easy—has led many educators to declare bitterly that the high school diploma is a worthless piece of paper.

The optimum purpose of education has been no more clearly defined today than it was in those long past years.  The foundation of learning is a mind disciplined and prepared by a thorough competency with learning’s basic tool, reading.  Next to that, in the optimum process of learning, is the dedicated teacher who sees his or her duty as that of fanning the flame of curiosity and of floating over the student as an aura of self- responsibility.

The debate of the “Three R’s” Versus “relevant to the changing scene” is sheer nonsense. Without the Three R’s, students will continue ignorant even if  Whether Or Not courses are relevant to anything!  Without competency with the tools of learning, the intelligent unmotivated and the intelligent illiterate will continue to graduate from high school waving their diploma but minus the skills necessary to All learning, which they should have acquired in the very early grades with “drill, drill, drill!”

The defect in the educational process does Not come from deficient intelligence in the inchoate child.  In substituting, during the past fifteen years or so I haven’t noted more than a dozen pupils who I felt confidant couldn’t learn.  I have seen many who wouldn’t learn and who responded to questions with half thoughts heavily peppered with that meaningless barbarism, “You know.”  I have listened to utterly ungrammatical sentences and noted widespread, lackluster interest.

Many students who attempt to read are pathetically unprepared, not by defective native intelligence, but by the lack of assiduous drill, years back, to enable them to confront words and pronounce them correctly and to comprehend, in the process, the substance of what they read.

Intelligence is high enough in almost all kids to made it possible for them to learn everything they want to learn if the tool of reading is put into their hands at an early age, their fingers closed over that tool and taped by drill, drill, drill, until the tool itself loses its feeling of heaviness and becomes a part of their being.  Drill should persist in the years before pupils become convinced of their propensity to failure; before they become unmotivated; before they grow to be rebellious for the very reason that they can’t read with comprehension or even read at all.

Perhaps this practical attainment indicates the necessity of fewer pupils to a teacher in the early grades so that he or she can give personalized attention to pupils.  This might require a greater expenditure of money for teachers and a tightening up on the standards under which teachers are hired.  It would be preferable, however, to the waste of the same taxpayers’ money spent now in hurrying illiterate students on in their pursuit of the, too often meaningless, diploma.

Perhaps this goal of better education demands, too, our activated fury against the low—grade TV programs and comic books—whose purpose is solely to make money for those who put them before their viewers and readers.  These worse than useless attractions compete successfully for the child’s attention because they don’t demand any stretching of the mind to comprehend them.

Traditions of a Milo-ite
By Kathy Witham

I wandered downstairs early this morning. Anyone who knows me well knows that I love to sleep in, so getting up before 6:00 a.m. at Schoodic Lake (where I can usually sleep as long as I want in the morning) was quite unusual. I brewed myself a cup of gingerbread coffee and swiveled my recliner towards the sunrise. What a glorious sight it was...rising all golden over the east shore.

How blessed I was to be in that beautiful place in time and space.

We really are so fortunate to live in such a beautiful spot. Loons called from very near our water's edge this morning, a sound I never grow tired of hearing. A woodpecker landed on our dock stanchions and threatened to disrupt the peace...but flew away after finding nothing to rat-a-tat tat on. Lucky for me he didn't decide to use our television antenna to sharpen his beak. I'll never forget the pesky woodpecker that interrupted our sleep one early summer morning when I was a kid.

The hammering began soon after the sun came up. It was a horrible fright for us, pounding away out in our garage. My mother jumped to her feet and deduced that the racket was coming from Dad's oil truck that was in it's usual spot in the second bay of the garage. "Charles! Charles!" she shouted, "Your truck is making a horrible noise!" Dad, ran into the kitchen and yanked open the door that went out into the garage. He stood listening or a few seconds and then ran up into my bedroom, threw open the window and yelled, "Get the #$%^& out of here!!!" The noise immediately stopped, but in a few minutes we could hear a faint racket over on Cove Street behind us. That would have been the same woodpecker waking up the Moores family who lived over there. Poor old Huck never forgave Dad for sending that feathered creature his way.

With the advent of cable television the poor old woodpecker doesn't have many chances to annoy townsfolk with their pecking. I never have minded them pecking on a's the metal poles that I can't abide. What are they hoping to accomplish?

Isn't the new web cam mounted on the Trask building a hoot!!! Have you gotten on- line and watched it yet? Better yet, have you made an arrangement with someone near and dear, who lives far away, to be watching for a friendly wave from home? We had some friends tell us that they had made a special trip to the foot of Main Street hill and waved to their loved ones in Virginia. You must remember to hold the wave pose for about 10 seconds, though. A quick wave won't do. I'm going to propose a time when we can all alert our family and friends from all over to be tuned in...and then we can gather as a community, and give a big giant wave to the world. It might tie up traffic for a few minutes, but who cares?!

Just a few more days and we can put this rainy summer behind us. I keep telling myself that it is just one of many summers, and that next year it will be better. We've had many "wonderful weather" summers over the course of time. I am confident that this too shall pass and we will have another beauty to look forward to another year. In the meantime, we must take the few decent days we've had this summer and place those into our memory bank....forgetting the drizzle and the fog and the cloud cover that has been the summer of 2004. It's back to work for me on Monday....with a great big sigh of relief.

Not only has this been the lousiest summer for weather, it's been the poorest I've been in a whole lot of years. I'd love to be able to rob Peter to pay Paul, but Peter ain't got no money either! Poor old Paul is just going to have to wait for his money. All the financial advisors say to pay yourself first. That's just what I've done. I've fed us and kept a half a tank of gas in the cars and that's about it. You can count on a hand that's missing fingers how many times we've been out to eat this summer..if you don't count the weekend of the wedding..which I don't because I charged everything. We'll pay for that later when we've both got paychecks coming in. Everything will work always does. In the meantime, it's wonderful that we
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live in a place that most people would give their eyeteeth to vacation in, so why would we want to go anywhere? In Maine (and in particular Piscataquis County) we could consider ourselves on permanent vacation, if we wanted to participate in all of the outdoor activities that tourists find so wonderful.

My old High School girlfriend Gail Rhoda gave this recipe to my sister-in-law Margaret Ingerson back in the '60's. It's one of Margaret's favorites. and she included it in a book of recipes that Margaret made for her daughters and her sisters-in-law. I love that cookbook and use it often. The pages have become all dog-eared now with age and over-use. Margaret included recipes that her mother gave her over the years. I like to use the recipes to cook for my husband because these are familiar recipes that he grew up with.

Whoopie Pies (Did you know that whoopie pies are something they don't have just everywhere? For instance, I understand that you can't get them in Texas. What's up with that? They just don't know what they are missing!!)

Cream together:

1/2 cup shortening and 1 cup of sugar
Add: 2 egg yolks, unbeaten
Sift dry ingredients and add alternately with 1 cup of milk and 1 teaspoon vanilla:
5 tablespoons cocoa
2 cups flour
1 teaspoon baking powder
1 teaspoon soda
1/2 teaspoon salt

Mix according to above. Drop by teaspoon on a greased pan. Bake at 375 degrees for 12 minutes. Cool on a rack and mix up the filling.

For the filling:

Beat 1/2 cup shortening, 2 cups powdered sugar, 2 egg whites, and 1-teaspoon vanilla until it resembles marshmallow fluff and spread it on one cookie. Put a matching sized cookie on the other side. Continue to match up the cookies making those wonderful things we here call Whoopie Pies!!!

Milo Free Public Library News
By Judith Macdougall

The 2004 summer reading program Discover New Trails @ Your Library is now history. We celebrated the end of the 8-week program with a final party on August 13. There were 16 summer reading program children present, one guest child and 11 adults. During the program we all enjoyed a wonderful summer with a western-type theme.

Thirty-two children participated in the program and they read 910 books. We do not give prizes for the most books read as we feel the contract is a personal commitment based on age and time available. However, Kendra Herbest, age 9 and a 4th grader in the fall read 85 books. The child who listened to the most books was 3 year old Jillian Lumbra, who had 100 books read to her.

For 8 weeks the Discover New Trails @ Your Library members had been signing up for a chance to win Traveler, the library horse mascot. The name of his new owner was drawn at the party , and Aaron Goodine was the winner.

We also had our annual poster contest during the program. The judges were Merna Dunham, Allen Monroe and Gayle Shirley. The judges enjoy having a chance to see the children’s art work, but find choosing the winning posters very difficult among so many creative ideas. The winners this year were:-



3rd prize APRIL MORGAN



Each winner received a prize book for his/her age level.

Each of the children received a cowboy hat and a bandanna as their gift on the second week of the program courtesy of the Three Rivers Kiwanis Club. The children were very excited with the gifts and could hardly believe that they received both the hat and the bandanna. We at the library certainly thank the Kiwanis for this special treat.

The summer reading program has another special friend who lives in Salinas, CA. Esperanza Crackel sent the library a large check for books in memory of former head trustee , Helen Carey . I spent the gift on books for the summer reading program as Helen was a strong supporter of the program. When Ms. Crackel learned of our summer reading program, she sent books to us and enough Beanie Baby toys for each child in the program to have one of their own . There was a lot of excitement when the children had a chance to choose a toy. I took a picture of the group with their Beanie Babies in order to share the fun with Ms. Crackel.

Besides a Beanie Baby each child took home a reading certificate and a balloon.

Refreshments were donated by Joanne DeWitt , Joyce Hogan, Melanie Hussey, Shirlene Ladd and Kathy Dixon-Wallace. Refreshments were served by Joyce Hogan who has presided over the kitchen at the library parties for many years. The party was under the direction of Judith Macdougall, library director, with help from Pamela Flanagan, assistant librarian.

Through the 8 weeks of the program there has been a food drawing every Friday evening. Pizzas, sodas and ice creams –on-a-stick have been donated weekly by The Milo House of Pizza, J and S Variety and the Milo Farmers Union. The library staff thanks these local businesses for having helped to make our summer reading program an exciting adventure every week.

Community Readers have read every Wednesday at 2:30 in the library for a Story Time. On Aug. 4 Philip Gerow , a retired teacher and grandfather, read to the group and on Aug.11 Sarah Niemic read. Elders Woodruff and Fillmore had volunteered but were unable to be here and Sarah ,14 years old and a Sophomore in the fall, volunteered to help out. We were grateful.

Children who signed up for the program and participated were:

Heaven Ames, Noah Hill, Melvin Ames Iv, Jillian Lumbra,Lanie Badger, Breanne Mckinley,Colin Beckett, Haley Morel, Tristen Beckett, Mackenzie Morel, Ricky Bradeen, April Morgan, Camille Cramer Ben Morrill, Morgan Drake, Brooke Morrill, Cody Dunham, Hannah Rothlauf, Victor Eastman,  Emma Taylor, Harley Gilman,  Morgana Vick, Aaron Goodine, Kineo Wallace, Ashley Goodine, Telos Wallace, Branson Goodine,  Bailey Weston, Kendra Herbest,  Frank Worster, Jr., Eli Hill Tiffany Young

Library Summer Hours
After Labor Day we will also be open
Saturdays 2:00-4:00
Telephone 943-2612

By: Virginia Foss

A few weeks ago my husband Larry and I spent our second night on Moosehead Lake in our 24-foot Stingray bowrider boat, “Trukah’s Dream III”. Although the boat does not have a cabin with a bed the seats in the rear of the boat form a U and there are rods that go across the U part and two extra cushions can be put in to form a large flat area, great for sleeping.

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We had decided to do this the first time two years ago. It was a challenge. We had spent the day on the lake with friends and after dropping them back at Greenville Jct. we went back up the lake to find a cove where we could anchor the boat. After reviewing our chart we picked out a few places. The first one had too many rocks for us so we went to our second choice, Cowen Cove, which is near Mt. Kineo. We slowly rode into the cove and selected a spot, threw in the anchor and prepared for the evening. There was about 20 feet of water where we were and the anchor held fast.

There is a spot in the boat where a table can be placed. Prior to cooking supper, we had wine, cheese and crackers while enjoying the call of the loons. We got out our old Coleman stove, which we have had over 40 years and it still works great, and I cooked cheeseburgers. We had cukes and chips with them. Brownies were for dessert. After cleaning up, there is a small sink in the boat but no hot water, I did the few dishes (the frying pan) and then we put the stove away and put up the canvas that completely covers the boat, but we can still stand up.

Fortunately the water stayed calm, both times we were there, and we prepared for bed. Instead of using our Coleman lamp, we had a lantern that used batteries. We had anticipated there would be mosquitoes but we lucked out and only a few came in. We had our mosquito coils ready just in case.

Learning from our first night there, this time we spread out one sleeping bag on the bed and covered up with the other one. Before we had each slept in a separate bag and it just didn’t work out. Once we put the light out we could hear the water lapping against the bottom of the boat, heard the mudlunks (frogs) croaking and the loons calling to each other. Calling did I say? It was more like screeching at each other. First one would start, the other would yell back, the first one would yell louder, and then they both were screeching. Then all was quiet for awhile. This continued for awhile. It was not at all disturbing.

We slept pretty well. The boat came with a small “head” and that came in handy a few times for me.

Upon waking, I opened the rear flap and expected to see a moose standing there on the shore, but the moose was across the cove on the other side. A big bull moose just standing there slowly chewing the water plants. I got two pictures of him. The sun was shining brightly and we unzipped all the flaps to get the morning air.

After putting the bed away and setting up the table, I cooked sausage, eggs and toast to go with our coffee, juice and melon. Even blueberry muffins were on the menu. It was so nice to sit there and eat breakfast and enjoy the morning sun sparkling off the very calm water. There was nothing to hurry for.

While I was cooking, Larry had to stay seated somewhere because there isn’t that much walking around room when the table is set up. He stayed out of the way.

I cleaned up from breakfast and we took the canvas down and pulled the anchor. We motored down the sides of the cove and found an excellent swimming and bathing spot, so pulled the boat onto shore and took a swim. There was not a soul around, no other boats, just the wilderness and us.

After swimming we took a ride into Kineo. This place has changed so much since we started boating in 1991. There used to be a huge yellow hotel that had seen better days. We could go into it and explore some. It was in sad shape so one had to be very careful where they walked. There was also another huge house that was open to the weather and we explored that too. But today the hotel has been torn down and all that is left are the steps. Someone built a small building there that was a very small store last year but is unoccupied this year. In fact it is for sale. There are two toilets out back that come in handy for boaters, golfers and other day trippers. The big house we used to explore has been bought by someone and completely restored. I would love to go in it now and see what they have done. It is beautiful and in the best spot, looking down the lake. Kineo has a golf course and you would be surprised how many people come over on the Kineo shuttle from Rockwood or in their own boat to golf there. People also come to hike and climb Mt. Kineo.

We left there and motored around Mt. Kineo to the backside of the mountain. It is an awesome sight. The mountain goes straight up and you can drive your boat right up to the edge. There is about 235 feet of water there. At some time during the day you are in the shadow of the mountain and it is kind of eerie. I am always looking up expecting someone to be on the top looking down but I have never seen anyone. There is a beach there, not sand, but pebbles. In fact it is called Pebble Beach and so many boaters go there just to relax. The last time we were there I counted 12 boats all pulled up there and people were either swimming, picnicking or just relaxing. We have taken many people to this beach and everyone loves it. A lot of our guests have fallen asleep right on the little rocks. A mother duck swims by with her brood of eight looking for handouts, which people are discouraged to give.

We left there and returned to Greenville Jct. in the late afternoon and returned home.

It was certainly a memorable experience.


Come and celebrate their 50th (Golden) Wedding Anniversary with them at the American Legion Hall in Milo on September 11, 2004 at 1 pm.  To RSVP or make inquiries please call Alton & Debbie Hoxie at 327-1514 or Sonny & Diana Burton at 943-5568.

This is being planned as a surprise!

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Russ and Ian by the Atlantic Ocean in Portsmouth, NH.

An Open Letter to the People of Milo and the SAD#41 Community:

Recently Ian and I completed our bike ride across America. During this 3600+ mile journey, Ian and I met many wonderful people and saw many amazing sights. However nothing we saw or did was as incredible as the interest in our trip shown by the people in our hometown area. Ian and I know none of the other riders on our trip received the support we experienced.

Many of the other riders were extremely interested in how much the people back home cared about our ride. Ian and I want to thank the following people and organizations:

Phil Gerow for writing articles and helping organize the welcome home  parade.

My brother-in-law Tom Howard for his efforts in making Maine state government aware of the ride.

The Milo Fire Department, Milo Police Department, and Three Rivers Ambulance Service for providing the vehicles and drivers for the welcome home parade.

Three Rivers Kiwanis and Trask Insurance Agency for their great signs.

Worcester Blueberries for their free blueberries.

All of the people who sent us such thoughtful cards and notes and held us in their prayers.

All the people who pledged contributions to the American Diabetes Association.

The Maine Potato Commission, The Maine Blueberry Commission, and The Maine  Lobster Promotion Council for providing little souvenirs for the other riders.

People who made donations to the American Diabetes Association should  make their checks out to the “American Diabetes Association.”

Contributors should send their donations to Russell Carey, 50 West Main Street, Milo, Maine, by September 1, 2004.

Ian pouring ceremonial water from the Pacific Ocean into the Atlantic. Water is traditionally carried from ocean to ocean.


The lucky winner of the Weber grill that was raffled to raise money for PAWS, was Doug Smedek of Bowerbank.  The grill, which donated by the Milo Farmer’s Union, brought in more than $900 to go towards helping area stray and abandoned pets. 

AUGUST – 1975

23-Sunny windy-74° at 4 pm.
24-Sunny-78° at 1:30 pm.
|25-L fog rain-56° at 7 am.
26-L fog rain-60° at 7:25 am.
27-L fog Sunny-57° at 11 pm.
28-Sunny breezy-70° at 1:30 pm.
29-Sunny-44° at 7:15 am.

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The Three Rivers Kiwanis Club meets at The Restaurant each Wednesday morning at 6:30 to enjoy fellowship, share ideas, conduct Club business, and host many interesting speakers.  All are welcome to visit with us.  If you would like to join our organization, please contact Nancy Grant or any other Kiwanian for an application.  We are involved in many worthwhile local projects and would be very pleased to have you participate in them with us.


President Joe Zamboni greeted sixteen members today plus our guest speaker, Maine State Representative James D. Annis.

Eben DeWitt led the Pledge of Allegiance and Paul Grindle led us in prayer.

The Orono/Old Town newsletter was shared.

Birthday wishes go out to Carl Wilson on the 24th.

Thirteen happy dollars were donated for a vacation in San Francisco, cortisone shots, the grass growing, a wonderful summer, a visiting grandson, Bowerbank Days, a trip to P.I., community calendars in, Ed’s dreadlock?, and the  “powerful table”.

Val Robertson reported that the Three Rivers News printer needs to be repaired or replaced.

Joe Z. told us that the rain is holding up the progress at the gazebo site.

Members who haven’t received their list of participation in Club activities by e-mail will have one included in their Officer Installation invitation.  Please fill them out and return to Nancy as soon as you can. Thank you.

The final senior barbeque will be hosted at Pleasant Park on August 25.

Dot Brown will tell us about her weeks at the Agassiz Village in West Poland, Me. on Aug. 25.

US Marine Gunnery Sgt. Ryan O’Connor will be our special guest speaker on Sept.1. 

Don Harris introduced the State Representative from District 26, James D. Annis.  Mr. Annis has been the representative of Atkinson, Dover-Foxcroft, Medford, Milo, Orneville, Lakeview Plantation, and Sangerville for four years.

Rep. Annis told us that a few of his major concerns are that the state has a $900 million deficit and is $1.145 billion in the hole, the Department of Human Services has no outside auditing, Mainecare had 78,000 additional people approved as of July 1, 2004, and also feels that the health care issue must be settled.

He doesn’t feel that the State will be affected if the Palesky Initiative passes in November but towns and cities would.

Rep. Annis helped to cap the valuation of older citizen’s homes until after the houses are sold.  He also aided in writing into the State Constitution a law that no longer required annual stair chair lift inspections thus saving $350 to $850 per inspection.

Thank you Mr. Annis for speaking to us today.


P.E.T.S., a local, non-profit, all volunteer, spay/neuter organization wants to remind area residents to have their pets spayed or neutered.  Spaying and neutering greatly reduces reproductive diseases in both cats and dogs, can reduce or eliminate spraying and injuries due to fighting in male cats, and reduce or eliminate the dog or cat’s desire to roam.  Having your pet spayed or neutered will help to reduce the tragic overpopulation, abandonment and euthansia of cats and dogs in our area. P.E.T.S. has a reduced cost spay/neuter program for those individuals that qualify. Call Julie Gallagher at 943-5083 for more information or brochure or write to P.E.T.S., PO Box 912, Guilford, ME 04443 or perhaps you qualify for Maine’s newest program.

Low-income pet owners can now get help from the state when it comes time to get a pet spayed or neutered.

The state Department of Agriculture officially kicked off a new Statewide Spay and Neuter program Monday, and 50 people already have contacted the department to sign up, said Norma Worley, Animal Welfare Program director for the state.

"The biggest reason is to help curb pet overpopulation and stop euthanasia in the state," she said. "The people who qualify desperately want it."

For more than a year, the department has worked with Spay Maine, a consortium of animal shelters, rescue groups, animal control officers and animal welfare advocates. The program is funded by an increase in the dog license fee, which resulted in $100,000 in start-up money.

That should cover about 1,000 animals, she said.

Maine is the third state in the country to offer this type of program, according to the state Agriculture Department. The others are New Jersey and New Hampshire.

Starting next year, Mainers can check a box on income tax forms to contribute to the fund. House Speaker Patrick Colwell, D-Gardiner, sponsored the bill to put in place the tax check-off.

During the legislative session, "M*A*S*H" actress Loretta Swit stumped for the bill in a Hall of Flags news conference.

To qualify for the program, pet owners must be eligible to participate in at least one of several government programs: food stamps, Temporary Assistance for Needy Families, Supplemental Security Income, Social Security Disability or Medicaid.

Eligible applicants must also provide a $10 copayment for cats and a $20 copayment for dogs.

The procedure for cats usually costs between $80 and $100; $100-$140 for dogs, Worley said.

A cat or dog can become pregnant as early as 5 months old, so DO NOT PUT OFF NEUTERING YOUR PET!!!  Neutered pets are far healthier than fertile pets and lead a much better life.  Letting your cat or dog have a litter does the animal absolutely no good and can actually cause a shorter life span.

So far, 68 veterinarians across the state have agreed to participate in the program. When people sign up, they get a list of the vets.  Veterinarians who are participating in our area include Foxcroft Veterinary Hospital, Dexter Veterinary Clinic and Corinth  Animal Hospital.

For more information, call the "Help Fix ME" toll-free number: (800) 367-1317 between 8 a.m. and 5 p.m., Monday through Friday. Vets who want to participate in the program, but haven't yet signed up, may also call the toll-free number.

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As of this week, we have added Bowerbank to the list of communities and towns that we cover.  This brings our total # of towns to 8!  Our coverage area looks quite impressive when you look at it on a full map of the State. 

We are looking for any info anyone might have on Bowerbank, its Town Office, or anything in general you may know.  Please contact us!


If you know any information about the Boston Post Gold-Headed Canes, or who the current holders are for the towns in our area, please contact us!  We are looking to create a new Landmark Feature!




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