Morrill Town News
By Mindy Rowlands
Corey and Ashley Reynolds welcomed an addition to their family recently. Harper Reynolds was born Nov. 18, weighing in at the sweet little size of 6 pounds, 3 ounces. According to her grandmother, Debbie Bryant, Harper’s big sister, Hope, was able to visit a short time after Harper’s birth to give her a proper welcome, complete with kisses for her new baby sister. Harper and Hope are also the grandchildren of Alfred and Cathy Reynolds of Morrill and Gill Bryant of Belmont, all of whom, I’m sure, have been thoroughly enjoying this new bundle of joy. Hopefully her mom and dad are adjusting well and getting some sleep, too.
Stephanie Martin is graduating from UMO in December with a bachelor of science degree in nursing. She has accepted a job at Duke University Medical Center in Durham, N.C., in the cardiothoracic ICU. She will be starting her new job in February. Congratulations to Stephanie and to her very proud parents, Chris and Denise Martin. What a wonderful accomplishment! I’m sure, too, that Stephanie will be excited to be moving to a warmer climate during the coldest part of the winter here in Maine.
I hope everyone had a wonderful Thanksgiving and enjoyed a good time with family. This time of the year always brings back wonderful memories of so many Thanksgivings spent at our camp with friends and family. The Thanksgiving that always comes readily to mind is the first that we ever spent at camp when I was around 7 years of age. It was a last-minute plan by my parents, intended to surprise my grandparents who were already at camp for the long weekend. Little did we know that my grandparents wouldn’t be the only ones receiving a surprise that night.
After work, Dad and Mom loaded up the pickup and we drove the 90 miles “up to camp” in the dark — the last 10 miles or so of the trip was on old logging roads followed by a hike through the woods. The mile-long makeshift trail into camp consisted of trees marked with florescent tape and proved more difficult to maneuver than we had originally thought. Using a flashlight, Dad negotiated the trail by having Mom and me stand at the last marked tree while he wandered around looking for the next marker. As soon as he found it, Mom and I would walk to where he was standing and wait there while he continued on, looking for the next blaze. I remember the night being cold and very dark and hearing the sound of coyotes howling and barking in the distance. I don’t recall feeling afraid, though, because I was with my dad and mom and we were on an adventure. We eventually made it through the woods to just down the beach from the camp.
As we got close to the dark camp, my mother thought it would be fun if we sang as loudly as we could in order to awaken my sleeping grandparents and give them a great surprise. We started singing a wonderful rendition of “Over the River and Through the Woods” with the adapted lyrics of, “to Grandmother’s camp we go.” We were so excited by the time we reached the camp deck and my mother began banging on the door. Because it was taking a little time for someone to answer the door, my mother looked into the window to see if anyone was there. At that same time, my grandfather (having been awakened by my grandmother saying, “Dick, Dick, there’s someone outside!”), was begrudgingly making his way to the door — not at all convinced that there was anyone outside at this time of the night and this far away from civilization.
So, at the very moment when my mother was peering in the window, my grandfather — who was not in any way “dressed for receiving company” — was peering out of the window. When Grampy saw a pair of eyes looking back at him through the window he was very surprised and began to make what I assume was a shocked noise that sounded like “Hurumph! Hurumph! Hurumph!” which was accompanied by screams from my mother and lots of pushing and shoving as she nearly flung me into the lake to keep me from seeing my poor grandfather in his birthday suit. Our surprise visit was turning out quite differently from what we had planned! Fortunately, though, because of all my mother’s screaming and jumping around, I didn’t see anything horrifying. In fact, I was completely confused as to what was going on in the midst of all that chaos until the story was later told in full.
As with most families, embarrassments like these are quickly forgotten and replaced with a tremendous amount of laughter. Our adventure was no different. After everyone “got presentable,” the camp lights were lit, the coffee pot was put on the stove, and, eventually, both sides of the story were shared with great fanfare, and we laughed all through the weekend. In fact, we are still laughing to this day about the Thanksgiving that surprised us all.
Santa Claus is coming to town
Santa Claus will be arriving via fire truck for his annual visit to the Morrill Fire Department on Dec. 6 from 6-7:30 p.m. There will be goodies for young and old. Be sure to bring a camera to capture the little ones as they visit with Santa.