I love my town.

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In the continuing series Small Town Life Be Different…. here are the latest missives from mine.

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This was so sweet. Our local UPS man… who distributes doggie treats on his route… is in the hospital with pneumonia, so all his four legged customers posted pictures.

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Because traffic alerts in the country are less about speeding and more about manure.

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Every year the women of the Historical Society sew a quilt with local scenes to be auctioned off.

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The Town Office bought the first one where it still hangs proudly.

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Yes, I showed this to the husband. And no, he hasn’t removed his absolutely no chickens ban.

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Yikes. Critters that crawl under your house and die are the worst. But I can’t say I’ve ever known one to stink of garlic. And speaking of stinking…

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Word to the wise… if you think it’s your year? It most definitely is. 🤢

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As he predicted, this man’s post got a whole lotta hate. He’s new to the area… and I’m guessing he isn’t going to be very popular. Buying a house in a rural part of Maine means generations of the previous owners might still be inhabiting your back 40. A man up the road from us has a cemetery from the late 1700’s on his land. He doesn’t know the family or their descendants, but lovingly cares for the plot all the same. It’s called respect.

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15 thoughts on “I love my town.”

  1. It’s interesting how things in small towns are often identical regardless of location…traditions being one. I can’t imagine moving somewhere without doing my homework. My guess is the cemetery-locator-to-be will be hated and HAUNTED.
    I like your town, too.

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  2. I’d take a couple of those silkies and that thing died in the furnace or basement. Like the mouse I had die over the summer in it. Furnaces don’t suck air from under a house. There would be a constant layer of soil all over everything if it did. Usually the outside vent is high enough for nothing but birds to get in there. That’s why I have a screen over mine. Just a thought. Or two.

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  3. Doggo loving UPS driver, silky chickens, quilts for auction and *gasp* moving a family cemetery off land?? I do love the UPS doggie loving delivery driver story, he sounds like good people to me. And I love those quilts you posted, they are lovely. As for the chickens and plot/grave mover person, not so much.

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  4. I always respect the dead because I’m afraid of being haunted by my late relatives. If I ever wanted contact with the spirit world, I’d go to bars (although I’m sure your bar is relatively safe).

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  5. Maybe he could donate the bodies and headstones to the local historical society? . . . After they take a photo of the burial site to incorporate into next year’s quilt.

    The quilting group here does something similar with local sites and auctions off the quilt to raise money for the local library.

    Maybe the smell under the house is because one partner, over the other partner’s objection, decided to raise chickens. The objecting partner got his revenge by cooking said chickens with garlic and cabbage for dinner . . . but his wife came home unexpectedly so he stashed the meal under the house for “later” and then forgot about it.

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