Waldo Town News
By Tom Seymour
A group of East Waldo Road residents got together this past week at the home of Deb Burwell, for the purpose of discussing a mutual assistance network. First order of importance was finding out if anyone was willing to provide transportation to others who might need it. In time, the discussion blossomed into a definite plan and now, we have a framework whereby people can post their needs and others can respond as they are able.
Dorathy Martel of the Eastern Maine Development Corporation was kind enough to drive down from Bangor and recount her experiences in developing this sort of network. Many thanks, Dorathy. Your efforts are much appreciated.
Finally, as this effort takes form, I’ll mention it again in hopes that others in Waldo, and perhaps other towns, might wish to emulate our work.
Waldo Town Clerk Sandra Smith called recently with a report of a bird book found recently on Robbins Road along the Passagassawaukeag River in Belfast. Sandra gave me the finder's phone number, so I called and she says that it is a very old book, featuring pen-and-ink drawings rather than photos. She feels that the owner may have placed the book on the hood of their car and driven off, dropping the book by the roadside. Would anyone with information as to the owner of this possibly valuable reference book contact me, using the information supplied in the byline? I’ll make sure the finder and the person who lost the book make contact.
Well, it appears as if my “What’s It?” photo in last week’s Journal was a tough one. Several people have guessed, including Albert Jackson in Morrill. Albert thought it was either an eagle feather or perhaps a spinner blade from a fishing lure. Good try, Al, but no banana. No one as of yet has come close to the correct answer.
Before revealing the identity of the item in the photo, I’ll give out a clue. Think “calamari.” With that to spur you on, keep on guessing. I look forward to hearing your answers.
Well, if the current cold weather continues, we may have ice on our small ponds thick enough to walk on in the very near future. But until that happens and we can go ice-fishing, pa’tridge hunting continues as the only game in town.
Before ending, remember to visit my blog at: www.WildPlantsandWoolyBears.blogspot.com.
“Trust nothing to memory” – Rev. T.W. Webb