Our deepest sympathy to the family of Allen Haywood and his partner Irene Blood. He passed away Nov. 5. Our thoughts and prayer are with you all.

Our deepest sympathy also to the family of Tom Flacke, who passed away Nov. 1.


Happy birthday to Jane Grant on Nov. 20, Brian Bonfietti on Nov. 27, and Paula Roberts on Nov. 27. Hope you all have a wonderful day!

From the Fire Department

The good news is no news of emergency calls. As COVID-19 is rearing its ugly head again, Chief Scribner cautions all to take precautions in your health care.

Heating season is again upon us so be careful; if burning wood, maintain a clean chimney and when cleaning your ashes from the stove, place them in a metal can with a secure metal top and set away from all buildings. Check your smoke detectors!

The Fire Department Ladies Auxiliary met recently and decided on hosting Santa Claus at the Fire Station Thursday, Dec. 3, 6-7 p.m. Because of social distancing, requirements this will be a drive-thru event. Santa will be just inside one of the bay doors to greet children as they pull up in front of the station. A basket or something similar will be used by one of his helpers to reach out for letters for Santa. We are sorry, but there will not be treats this year due to our concerns for safety.

The Auxiliary voted to set up accounts for accepting and raising money for two long-range projects. The first is for a training room addition to the fire station. The second account would be for the replacement of our 40-year-old 2,500-gallon tanker. We have set aside money in town reserve accounts over several years but seem unable to get to an action point. Thankfully, we are not at a desperate point at this time. We will have more on this at a later time as well as a plan for a bottle/can return station to raise money for one of these projects.

Attending the meeting of the Auxiliary were members Candy Scribner, Joan Mills, Becky Darris, Melodie Bagley, Tina Trip and guests Chief Pat Scribner and Jethro Pease.

It was voted to send a postcard to all Morrill ZIP code residents asking for help in improving our department by volunteering in many possible ways or donating money or station needs. Watch your mail, and if you are not a town resident but receive a card due to your ZIP code, please feel free to help the Morrill Department or your local department.

We all need volunteers.

My father

My dad, Forest Harford Jr., passed away Nov. 10 from dementia at WCGH. He was such a kind soul and with a heart of gold. He married my mom on June 10, 1960, and we got to celebrate their 60th anniversary this summer. Dad worked all his life, working in the woods as a young child and continuing for years. He also drove truck for over 40 years until health problems disabled him.

He loved to help his grandson Justin fix cars and gave him lots of advice. He had close relationships with his four children. We had such a great childhood, with camping, little rides, and just being a family. We didn't have a lot of money, but that didn't stop us from having fun.

He always made sure us kids and Mom were happy and we always had fun no matter what we did. I loved working in the woods getting our fire wood in for the winter and working on cars with him. I remember when I was several months pregnant with my son Justin and we were working on my little Beetle. He said to me, “I think you’re going to have to stop working on cars because you don't fit anymore.”

Dad has always been there for all of us. Dad loved each and every niece, nephew, grandchild and great-grandchild ― each and every one of them held a special place in his heart. Dad was such a big teddy bear and was always gentle and kind to everyone he knew.

At the end of the dementia, it was so hard to watch him go downhill each and every day. Our neighbors Cheryl, Brian and Reggie helped us get through this. Cheryl told us that even though he doesn't know you, you know him; that made it so much easier to understand and get through the days.

Everyone has been so kind and we really appreciate it so much.

I wrote this to my dad when I was young:


His hands are calloused and work worn, His hair is silver gray: He's built a home for seven, with very little pay. His voice is gruff and hard sometimes, but it's mellowed by his smile. I hope someday he'll know from me, his efforts were worthwhile. No one else can ever share the special place he holds: deep down within my heart, My love for him unfolds. I hope I can repay him for all the things he's done. I haven't much to give him but he'll always have my love.

Quote of the week

Keep both heart and hand in your own possession, til you see good reason to part with them; and if such an occasion should never present itself, comfort your mind with this reflection, that, though in single life your joys may not be very many, your sorrow, at least, will not be more than you can bear. ― Ann Brone