It is November and in Maine this was the month of florescent orange.  It was sold in all the stores in hats, gloves, vests, gloves – anything you wanted could be and I am sure still is found in this lovely not subtle color.  It was worn everywhere.  Our children did not go out to play without orange hats.  They were not allowed to play in the woods in November.  It was hunting season.  It IS hunting season.

Hunting season is different in all areas of our country.  Hunting season may mean different animals in these areas as well.  I am talking about hunting season in

Maine.  It is the time to kill deer.  The season begins the first of October when one can hunt with a bow only.  The first of November you are allowed to go shoot those beautiful animals with a gun.  The season ends on Thanksgiving Day.

I had a neighbor in Maine who hunted with both weapons and usually got a deer each year.  She – yep it was a woman – would go out in the early morning and sit and wait for a deer.  She did not like deer stands.  These are constructions that are built in tress above to shoot down as deer pass below.  She would walk and sit and walk and sit in this horrid faded blue snowmobile suit with her orange vest.  I could not ever understand how she did not make noise in that suit.  Must have been very quiet as each year there was usually a carcass hanging and dripping the blood in their barn.  Isn’t that a pleasant thought?   Maybe not.  It is reality if you are a hunter.  You have to hang it and skin it and cut it up.  Most people these days I believe take their kill to a local butcher.

The eating, and venison is good eating, can be in many forms as any other animal.  It can be roasts, steaks and whatever cut you want.  I used to get the deer neck from my neighbor’s kill.  I would cook it on the woodstove for a couple of days to get it good and done.  I used the wood stove as it was too large a pot to stay on the regular stove.  I would have everyone who came to the house stir the pot as I believed it would add goodness and love to the result which was real mincemeat for pies!  I had jars of it on occasion and boy was it good!

There are many in our world today who believe that hunting should be outlawed.  Then we will have to deal with herds of deer.  On the island on which I grew up hunting was allowed and not allowed depending on the size of the deer herd in any year.  Not sure it stopped some as poaching does happen.  I am certain I have ingested some poached (I am not talking about cooking in water) venison in my life!

One of my favorite items is deerskin gloves and we had them.  When Dad would get a deer he would trade the hide for gloves.  My 2nd mother Marie, as a nurse, wore white leather shoes made of deerskin and she said they were the most comfortable shoes she had ever owned.  We used the whole animal and I think most hunters I knew and know do the same.

I did not like hunting season as a child.  It seemed there was usually an accidental shooting each year.  Dad would leave our house with his gun and walk to the woods and end up at my Grandfather’s house 5-6 miles away and call for us to come get him.  I remember waiting anxiously some Saturdays for that phone call.  I also knew that the meat helped feed us some times as while he was not ever out of work the extra helped.  I really like venison.

So while I am not in Maine I know the orange is out again.  You may see people walking on the side of the road with guns.  There will be the odd truck in a weird place and no one in it beside the woods.  Hopefully there will be no accidental shootings of any sort.

As I said hunting season means different things in different areas.  I got on a plane one time to sit by a group of men who had obviously been hunting.  They were chatting over the seats about hunting while not actually saying what was the object of the expedition.  It was after 9/11 so I asked the gentleman sitting next to me how they could get their guns on the plane.  He said it was quite a lengthy process and worth it.  I asked what they were hunting and he said Wild Turkey to which I responded, “The two legged kind or the liquid kind?”  The answer was both!

Another hunting story is from Arkansas.  We have some very dear friends over there living in the woods in a log cabin.  It is one of the most welcoming places I know.  We chided them about hunting for squirrel which they did.  I have eaten squirrel and it is not bad.  We teased that they must be down on their luck to eat squirrel and perhaps we should send them some money.  No they were fine was the reply.  They followed this up quickly by saying, “If you call and we are eating possum send cash!”

It is deer hunting season in Maine. Your call as to whether hunting is a good thing.  For me I am………….





Today is the big day and the first result has a tie.  Dixfield Notch, NH voted last night at midnight and the vote was 5 to 5.  In the rest of the country 30 million have already voted.  Let the cheering begin.

Dixfield Notch, NH has been the first to report their results, voting begins at 12:00AM election Day.  This is a tradition that began with their railroading history.  Since 1948 when the vote was at 7AM the voting has been early so that people working for the railroad would not have to take off unpaid time from work.  Then began a race with a nearby town, Hart’s Location with 35 voters, to be the first to report results.

What more can be said about this race?  The discussions are all done.  Tonight or even early tomorrow we will have a President once again.  When you think of it the process we go through in this country it is wonderful.  While not without strong language it is without violence, despite the Black Panthers standing in uniform monitoring at a polling place in Philadelphia in 2008 and today.   One day we have one man as a President and the next day, if there is an incumbent, it could be the same man or another.  No guns no bombs quiet and orderly.  God Bless America and the wisdom of those who went before us.

To fill out the page this morning I decided to look at the superstitions and folklore surrounding our elections.  Growing up in Maine I heard “As Maine goes so goes the nation” my whole life.  This has now switched to Ohio.  It is said that no one can be elected President without winning Ohio.

Another little tidbit that I found was the sports items.  There is the “Redskins Rule”.  For those not sports minded the Redskins are the football team – Washington Redskins.  This rule has predicted the last 17, out of 18, White House winners.  The rule is that if the Redskins do not win their last home game before the election that an incumbent will not hold the White House.  The Washington D C Redskins lost to the Carolina Panthers 21-13 in their last home game at Fed-Ex Field.

The next concerns the actual date, November 6th.  Since 1860 when Abraham Lincoln won election only Republicans have been elected on this date.   The most thorough information I could find about this was on  Check it out for yourself for the full article at:

Starting in 1792, states had a range of dates on which to conduct presidential elections, but in 1845 Congress standardized the date so it would always be the Tuesday after the first Monday in November. Since then presidential elections have been held on dates ranging from November 2nd to November 8th with each date coming up about six times in a fairly regular pattern. The date November 6th has always been a good one for Republicans:

1860 – Abraham Lincoln over Stephen Douglas

1888 – Benjamin Harrison over incumbent Grover Cleveland

1900 – William McKinley over William JenningsBryan

1928 – Herbert Hoover over Al Smith

1956 – Dwight Eisenhower over Adlai Stevenson

1984 – Ronald Reagan over Walter Mondale

There was another curiosity that said that a Senator cannot be elected President.  That of course has been debunked in our history with the elected of Sen. John F. Kennedy and Sen. Barack Obama.

There is also a superstition that before the election of General Grant in 1872 that a man that used his middle name could not be elected a President a second time.  This was an interesting tidbit for me as I did not realize how many Presidents used their middle names.   There were 7 that had and/or used their middle names that were not re-elected.  They are: John Quincy Adams, Martin Van Buren, William Henry Harrison,  James Knox Polk, Rutherford Birchard Hayes, James Abram Garfield, and Chester Allan Arthur who were not reelected. Grant, who interrupted the pattern after Polk, may have eluded this by only using his middle initial.  It gave me pause to wonder had President Kennedy lived would he have been re-elected?

You have to love Trivia!  I am certain there is more out there that I have not found.

I was asked recently what I was going to write about when the election was over.  Since my blog is eclectic I am certain there will be much more to fill the space.  If Barack Obama is re-elected I have no worries as we have not yet the full information about Libya.  I also will scrutinize Mitt Romney to see that he keeps his promises.  By the end of 2009 there were a number of books already out with facts and figures about how Barack Obama had not kept his ‘first day’/’first year’ promises.  It must be no different for Mitt Romney when he becomes President.

As the votes are being cast and counted I am feeling like a kid on Christmas morning waiting for the best gift ever with a Romney win.  I really do not believe I will be disappointed.




This is the day the Lord has made let us rejoice and be glad in it has been running around in my head all week long.  It is telling me that I planned to write something about faith all week long.  I simply did not know to what direction until this morning at church. 

I left church with two questions.  Deacon Watts left us with the words, “If you were on trial for being a Christian would there be enough evidence to convict you?”  The question before that came from the scripture when Jesus asked ‘Who do you say I am?”  It is almost too much to think about for one Sunday morning.  This will certainly give me something to ponder all week long and isn’t that what we are supposed to do – take the service home with us further than the parking lot?

The first question I have written was actually the question with which Deacon Watts ended his homily/sermon.  Would there be enough evidence to convict me?  That is a real life examination I believe.  There is a famous quote that says the unexamined life is not worth living.  Well I have enough to examine this week.

Are my efforts to help people enough evidence to convict me?  I think this goes more to just help physically and financially.  I believe this also calls us to examine our words that we have spoken to others.  Does what we say leave others uplifted or browbeaten?  Do we speak in the tongues of angels or like a clanging gong?  Do we revere our Lord and sing His praises? Do we give Him time by our prayer?  Do we honor him by visiting His house weekly or more?  I am going to have a thoughtful week with that question alone.

On top of all of this the Deacon reminded us that Jesus asked who did we think He was.  Who is He?  This question is the easiest of all for me.  Jesus is our loving Lord who told us that where two or more of us are gathered He is there.  He told us that whatever we do to the least of us we do for Him.  So these words lighten my burden a little.  I can see clear things I have done for others.

My volunteering at school for years, my volunteering to help the parks and rec program of our town all helped the kids so that will probably be a good mark for evidence.  In the course of my life I have served in groups that were two or more so another point covered.  I think you all can look at your lives in these terms and come up with some good evidence that you can say you know Jesus through some of your works.

The best place I see Jesus is in my everyday life.  I see Jesus as a woman helps a stranger with her bags at Wal-Mart.  I see Jesus in my parents as Dad at 91 continues as the head of our family to keep us all in his prayers.  Millie, mother and wife, does the same with her prayers as well as take care of Dad.  I see Jesus in our children, siblings, nieces, nephews, aunts, uncles, cousins and friends as they care for their families and we care for each other. 

I saw Jesus in Mr. and Mrs. Fuller every Sunday, as I said in an early post, when I was younger as they cared for each other.  I saw Jesus in every person in the town of Southwest Harbor, Maine as they brought food to Dad and my sister and I when my mother died young at 35.  I know what it is to grow up in a village that takes care of everyone.  It is warm and wonderful like I believe it would be resting in Jesus arms.  I saw Jesus in Rev. William Mitchell as he came by our house daily to see how Dad was doing with two little girls age 10 and 12.  Mr. Mitchell stopped by our home at least once or twice a week for a very long time.  It did not occur to me until years later that he was being Jesus in our midst.  He left his own wife to fend with their three little children and ministered to us.  I was blessed to have the opportunity to write him a letter telling him that I saw Jesus in him and to thank him for his ministry.

The same is true for Rev. Bradford Payne.  My step-mother Marie died after she and Dad had been married for 10 years only.  The town and Mr. Payne repeated what we had experienced many years earlier.  Jesus came to visit our home yet again.  Jesus brings joy and peace and these men were living examples of this for us. 

This morning in church Jesus was Clare and Lewis and their parents sitting next to us.  This morning Jesus was at home in the tender touch of my husband as he put his around me while I was making coffee and said he liked to be close to me.

This all seems so familiar like I have written it before.  If I have I apologize and believe it can stand repetition.  The larger thought is: Who is Jesus for you today?   An even better question may be – How can you be Jesus to another this day?  Make it a great one.




Yesterday I had the opportunity to speak to both of our ‘girls’.  Our daughter was on the road driving home to Texas via St. Louis, MO.  Our Goddaughter was not enjoying her day off as she did not physically feel very well.  The second situation allowed us the opportunity for a long overdue long phone visit.  She lives in N.C.  The whole conversation was wonderful!

She reads my blog daily and was very open with her praise along with a couple of critical questions.  One was so very insightful in that she believed at a point I was struggling for material.  She was indeed right.  She also said part of my postings sounded more like a journal than a blog.  That I thought was an interesting point.  What really is a blog?  Will be thinking on that for awhile.  She was also telling me about sharing one of my posts with a co-worker.  It was the one from my birthday.  She was sharing with the co-worker that it inspired her.  The co-worker asked if she was easily inspired.

Those two words have stuck with me all night into this morning.  Easily inspired?  Was the co-worker suggesting that this is a bad thing or a good thing?  I have been thinking about this ever since our conversation.  Is it good to be easily inspired or is it not so good?

If you are not easily inspired I imagine it would take a huge event or statement or vision to inspire you.  Will it take a view of the Grand Canyon to create WOW for you?  Will it take the birth of a child for an ooh or aah from you?  Does it take the words of Shakespeare or a poet laureate to illicit emotions in your soul?  Doesn’t this lead us to the conclusion that only large events or moments are necessary for inspiration in this case?  From this then can we not reason that many small moments of life pass by without acknowledgement or recognition as important or inspiring?

I AM easily inspired.  I have decided this is a good thing.  I marvel at the morning sun which I may not want when a rainy Monday is my preference.  I marvel at the birds in my backyard.  I love the bunnies that run here and there in the same yard despite my husbands BBGun shots to keep them off his grass.  Give me the words of our grandson reading out loud, despite his stutter, over Shakespeare’s words heard in a theatrical production.  Let me watch this same grandson playing a game of Charades over a Broadway play when I know he is shy about performing in front of others and cannot be on a stage without fainting!  Give me the yellow flower done in pastels by our granddaughter with chalk all over the furniture over Rembrandt.  Let me look at our youngest grandson holding a stuffed animal won from a fair that is bigger than he over the Grand Canyon.  It is the little moments for me.

In the mid 90’s we moved to the Memphis, TN area.  I found myself one evening on a paddlewheel boat in the middle of the Mississippi River.  I had to go outside as I could feel myself welling up with tears.  I stood in the dark on the rail of that ship and cried.  I was from a small town of 1800 people off the coast of Maine.  I read Huckleberry Finn in high school.  Like many in my class I dreamed one day about seeing the Mississippi River.  I had no way of knowing that it might just be possible.  Here I was a grown adult not seeing it.  I was experiencing the river like Huck.  I looked at the stars and moon shining on the river.  I could see the water flowing swiftly and feel the boat under my feet.  I realized how dreams can come true.  Silly?  Perhaps.  It was a small insignificant moment to many inside the boat.  To me it was a dream come to life.  Easily inspired? YES!!!  Please let me ever be so!

If I have mentioned this experience before please excuse my repetition.  It sticks with me still.   As I have concluded, I am easily inspired.