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What an interesting Christmas it was, weatherwise. By early Christmas morning rain had melted all the snow, leaving bare ground with lots of green grass. It looked more like Easter than Christmas.

But that didn’t dent the Christmas spirit. All around Frankfort Village, colored lights and displays proclaimed the season. This was a big change for me, going from seeing no other houses to being in what seemed like Santa’s workshop. But I love it.

The rain, at least here in Frankfort, was not as bad as we had expected and it quickly ran off into local streams. Also, while the lights flickered a few times, we experienced no power outages. Other less-fortunate people did, though, as evidenced by the line of CMP trucks flowing through town.

Most everyone being tied up with holiday festivities, I have no municipal or other news to report. However, I have put word out that Frankfort once again has a town correspondent for The Republican Journal, so more news should be forthcoming.

Meanwhile, I have kept myself busy learning and playing my new instrument, the Anglo concertina. This push-button, accordion-like instrument lends itself to foot-tapping, Irish music, which always excites me.

This is no instrument to just pick up and learn on your own, given its many nuances. So I am taking online lessons from Ireland, by one of the players from Riverdance. With her help, I now have four foot-tappers pretty much off by heart.

My main instrument, the Irish Uilleann pipes, suffers reed problems in the dry air of winter, so the concertina allows me, and other pipers, a way to play our favorite tunes all the same.

Perhaps this week I can begin to explore some of Frankfort’s town-owned, public land. I have much to learn.

Smelt fever

In perusing the History of Frankfort, Maine, 1774-1976, I came across a poem, “Smelt Fever,” by Cecelia L. Reed. Rather longish, I won’t present it here, but suffice it to say, it perfectly embodies the festive atmosphere of the smelt run.

Also, as a diehard fishermen, it’s good to know that the town had, and hopefully still has, a smelt run. Looking forward to such things makes the winter go by faster.

Weekly quote

“Success in not final, failure is not fatal, it is the courage to continue that counts.” — Winston Churchill