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COVID has had its way with Frankfort. It seems that we see a new case or two each week. I was exposed to it when a friend stopped by for a visit one morning. He called from home later that afternoon to tell me he had tested positive.

I disinfected everything he had touched and then went into the five-day quarantine. Thankfully, I tested negative. That wasn’t the case with a friend a few houses up to road, or with a lady in our bible study group.

Fortunately, this latest version of the malady, while unpleasant and debilitating for a time, is short-lived. The main side effect seems to be a loss of taste, but in most cases, that eventually returns.

As with every other Maine town, winter has finally come to Frankfort. We now have a measurable snow cover and if the pattern continues, more will follow. I’ve been waiting for enough snow to bank my house, and now there may finally be enough for that purpose.

History note

From the Bangor Daily News, Jan. 20, 1911: “Warren Rowe of Brewer has moved to town and rented the Dr. Walton house on Railroad street.

The thermometer registered 20 degrees below zero at the granite works Wednesday morning. Work was suspended for the day.”

The cold, old days

With our long string of warm winters, it’s easy to forget how cold it can, and does, get here in Waldo County. I remember two separate occasions when temperatures ranged down to 30 below. One was in the mid-1960s, in Belmont. It was a still, sunny morning. The packed snow crunched and squeaked underfoot. I could smell what must have been a distant paper mill. And while the cold was not noticeable, the thermometer read 30 below zero.

The other time was in Waldo, and it was only 20 or so years ago. One night I stood in front of my house, looking at the thermometer on the side of my garden shed/greenhouse. Again, it was a still night. I wore only a sweater for outerwear and felt no effects from the cold. And yet, the mercury had dropped to an incredible 37 degrees below zero.

Weekly quote

“A wet January, a wet spring.” — Old folk saying