By Tom Seymour


What a week this was. Last Friday, torrential rain flooded downtown Frankfort and many basement sump pumps worked overtime to stem the flow. My basement saw a virtual river flowing in from the road and my sump pump, although a good one, was unable to keep up with the inflow.

Fortunately, the Frankfort Village Fire Department volunteers came to the rescue. These men manned two, heavy-duty pumps. These were so powerful that someone had to hold onto the nozzles all the time to keep the flow from flailing around wildly.

This took many hours. These guys were wet and muddy and I knew they had family waiting at home. And yet they stayed until all the water was pumped out of my cellar.

I cannot say enough about these devoted and friendly volunteer firemen. In addition to all the physical help they supplied, they even went the extra mile and welcomed me to town. These men are real heroes in my book.

My furnace and hot water heater are in the basement and they were fully submerged. To learn more about this, see my column in the Real Estate section, Keeping Up Appearances.

History note

This month, instead of running a clip from the archives, I will give a general impression of  town history. Having lived in Frankfort since November, I am only now beginning to appreciate the town’s rich history.

Like so many small towns in Maine, Frankfort has a rich, industrial and commercial history. Also, places where only grass and shrubs grow now, were once homesites.

One place that fascinates me, Mt. Waldo, was once studded with small houses. I’m not talking about the summit but rather, the wide section that comprises the base of the mountain. Now, grown over, I’m told there are countless cellar holes.

As an amateur  historian, I love to indulge myself in imagining what life was like back 100 years ago or more. Time marches on and things change. Nothing stays the same. And that’s what history is all about.

Perchin’ prediction

Last week’s trip to Moosehead Lake proved fruitful, with togue (lake trout), brook trout and salmon all cooperating. I went out with a Moosehead guide named Eric Holbrook, one of the best guides on the lake for taking big fish. Eric and I go out several times each summer and it is one of those things that I look forward to all winter. As an angler of over 70 years, I stand in awe and admiration of Eric’s angling skills.

Under the feeder

I know animals, especially birds, aren’t supposed to display emotion. But still my heart was touched as I watched a pair of male and female cardinals at my seed feeder. The male would take a black-oil sunflower seed in his bill and, ever-so-gently, present it to his mate, who accepted it with grace. This happened numerous times. Call me sentimental, but I was touched.

Weekly quote

An old English verse goes this way:

A swarm of bees in May is worth a load of hay,

A swarm of bees in June is worth a silver spoon,

A swarm of bees in July is not worth a fly.