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. Camden: A Place in Time
The
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available at $7 per book; $25 for all four |
Things
Has Changed:
Ellen Doucette
&
her century of life
I was about four, between three and four, when Mumma passed away.
She had consumption. TB. She passed away right in that house
by the Baptist Church. When she got the worst, when they were
expecting — all right down to the last minute — they
took me up to my uncle’s and aunt’s up on Cedar Street.
I can remember Puppa come up and got me and took me down. She
was dressed all in white. She knew she was going and she had
the clothes on the foot of the bed. She coughed all the time,
kept coughing. I can remember that. |
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Life in Camden:
Joan Tibbetts' stories of soldiers, harpists & Edna St. Vincent
Millay |
Three Hundred Chickens for our
Wedding Reception:
Ruth Johnson & Life on a Camden poultry farm |
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The war was with us. We were in it. People
come and say, “Oh, this is such a beautiful little town.”
They haven’t a clue as to what the town has been made of,
all the different uses it had.
Here we had a shipyard, a thousand workmen making ships. It was
military. It doesn’t look like it now. There were no houses
by the shipyard then. It was a huge lumber yard and four ships
being built at once, a ton of lumber and big sawdust piles.
I’ve had a busy life living in a small town. I’ve met
all kinds of people, and it’s certainly made my life interesting
— I wouldn’t remember all this if I weren’t interested. |
We used to
go Saturday night to the dances. We did square dancing, line
dancing, we paid probably fifteen cents to get into the dance.
I guess I always went with the boys. I once walked to Camden
during the day, back We used to go Saturday night to the dances.
I guess I always went with the boys. I once walked to Camden
during the day and back home and to Hope, to the dance, that
same night.
One night, when I was still in high school, I was walking home
from Hope and there was a moose in the wood road at the edge
of the town road. He looked at me and I looked at him and I realized
I had to get enough courage up to walk by him. And I did. As
soon as I got to where I thought I’d be out of sight of
the moose, I ran the rest of the way home.
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To
Me, That's the Smell of Money:
Alice Alley and her years at the Knox Mill |
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| We worked hard
but we also played hard. We’d tear around, get our work
done, so we could tear around, get our playing done. When we’d
come home, Roy would help me do the things here at home, so that
we could do something after. If he had to pick the peas or whatever
we had to do in the garden, we all helped each other. Whoever
had the number one job, the other helped. |
To
purchase at $7 per book; $25 for all four, contact:
Donna Gold / 1135 US Route One / Stockton Springs, ME 04981
207-567-4172 / carpenter@acadia.net
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