Excerpts of two stories from Camden: A Place in Time, commissioned by the Camden Public Library:

Three Hundred Chickens for our Wedding Reception: Life on a poultry farm
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.

To Me, That’s the Smell of Money: Years at the Knox Mill
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.