Everything happened so quickly that the woman felt she was dreaming. Once she was safely settled into the ambulance, realization came upon her and she began to cry. The ambulance personnel spoke to her softly and assuredly, as they started an IV in her arm.
For the readers, a question: what were you doing at this time in 1965? Were you grumbling about kids these days? Trying to figure out who was going to be the seasonal employer that year?
Occasionally I write about the necessity not to judge our ancestors by today’s standards. It’s important to know something about the history of when they lived.
He was a familiar sight at just about every event in our small city. He would be in his usual attire; brown overalls, green checkered shirt, well used work boots and a cap on his head that had surely seen better days.
Small-town weekly newspapers are wonderful sources for genealogists. They contain items you won’t find in larger city papers.
Seeing the skies of Presque Isle in the end of August brings a magical view from the windows of the library. As the days grow shorter and sunset creeps its way closer to align with our closing time, the hot and bright 7 p.m. hour transitions itself over to slight breezes and grabbing a jacket when going out for the evening.
Ma mére étais dans un nursing home. Ca faisais pas tellement longtemps qu’elle étais la. Moi pi mon frére prènais chaque un notre tour pour aller la voir a tous les jours.
On Monday, May 30, 1943, in the midst of World War II, the small town of Ashland (population 2,457 according to the 1940 Census), on the western frontier of Aroostook County, Maine’s potato and lumbering county, celebrated Memorial Day
I was told I would feel as though the house was at “the ends of the Earth.” The crunch of the dirt drive under the tires led us up to a unique home with a special occupant.
The annual Maine Genealogical Society conference is usually held in September, but this year it will be Aug 23, and for the first time you can attend it from the comfort of your own home.
