[grannie9]

We retired to NH, but I was born and we lived most of our life in MA. My husband is from NH, and he couldn't wait to get back.

I followed your vaca, and it sounds like you had a good time. We spend our winters in FL now, and will be leaving around the first week or so in Nov.

I've been to Newfound Lake of course, and many others in NH and ME. I love the east coast, but my husband doesn't like playing in the snow anymore, lol.

Here's a pic of the lighthouse just up the road aways in ME.

I took this a few years ago.

[Mama_Bear]

We spend our winters in FL now, and will be leaving around the first week or so in Nov.

Well, that is smart! I'd be high-tailin' it down to Florida too, before the first snowflake falls! Those New England winters are for younger people. I don't know how any of the Pilgrims survived. I know many of them didn't, but many lived to be in their 80's. To me that is amazing.

Pretty lighthouse! And a nice graphic rendition of it, too. :-)

Maine is one of the few states I've not visited....yet. Our next vacation to NE will be to Boston, then up to Maine. I had a whole branch of my Cummings family tree migrate from Topsfield, MA up to Gray, Maine in the 1700's. They were up there for three or four generations before migrating back down to Massachusetts. I have no idea why they went up there, but I would like to see that area someday. I imagine the coastline is very rugged. I imagine the people must be too, in order to live up there.

[NicknamedBob]

God in Darkness

In the darkness, I listen, for He who might speak,
A brightness that echoes, of what I may seek.
I see only shadows, I fear them as well,
I’m dwelling in darkness, not much up from Hell.

Beneath me, no planet, I am my own orb.
A happenstance I cannot really absorb.
How came I to nothing? Where is my old land,
How came I to be here with nowhere to stand?

And then in some manner I cannot portray,
I notice that I’m simply turned the wrong way.
Behind me the sun has been shining quite full,
Perhaps only now I’m aware of its pull.

As over my shoulder I see now the light,
It comes to me darkness depends on one’s sight.
For those who look outward, away from the source,
One’s shadow will march down the path of his course.

But glory may gleam in the moment you find,
That the past isn’t only what you’ve left behind.
It builds you, sustains you, and gives you a hand,
For learning your way to the place where you stand.

NicknamedBob . . . . . . . . . . . . August 18, 2008