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Marion Tucker-Honeycutt, an award-winning columnist, a Maine native and graduate of Belfast schools, now lives in Morrill. Her columns appear in The Republican Journal every other week.

  • Published
    December 28, 2012

    Pity the kids today

    My niece posted on her Facebook a photo of a backyard, metal framed swing set that carried the caption: “The Original Play Station” I couldn’t help but reflect on my generations ‘play stations’, in the ‘40’s, back up on the farm, with nary a pre-made swing set in sight. My ‘original’ play station included the real swing Grampa made me in the big sugar maples out back and another in the barn for rainy days and …

  • Published
    December 11, 2012

    Morning Coffee with the Deer

    Just got back from a couple of perfect-weather weeks with family in Florida. (November is Goldilocks weather in Florida: not too hot, not too cold, but just right.) My daughter’s husband is a C-130 pilot stationed at the Clearwater Coast Guard Station. Nearing the end of their deployment there and the probability of their next station being Alaska, my daughter decided it was time for our scattered family to …

  • Published
    November 27, 2012

    One-stop shopping

    (I may not be able to “go home again,” but I can see it from here.) Thoreau’s admonition to “Simplify, simplify…” comes to mind in the grocery store when I’m standing in front of shelves lined with dozens of brands of the same product. If all I want is a box of garbage bags, it can take a half-hour to choose among the colors, sizes, strengths, quantity, comparative prices, etc.. Today’s super shopping markets …

  • Published
    November 13, 2012

    “Haven” on Earth

    I stumbled upon a cabin/cottage design online the other day. Designed and built by a Mainer, it boils “home” down to the essentials while remaining homey and touching that “Oh, yeah” in our inner ancestry. Off-grid and self-sustaining – unplugged from dependence on the outside, it strikes that chord, that Mainer gene that resonates with “I want to own my life.” The first essential to creating your Haven on Earth …

  • Published
    October 26, 2012

    Memoried ghosts on Tucker Ridge

    Here’s on old Journal story — in my family journal, and in “The” Journal, 20 years ago — with an update at the end. 1993 Well, my big brother is visiting from California and we moseyed on up to Tucker Ridge (Webster Plantation) for a day of visual childhood memory reminiscing. Trouble is, with each year that zooms on by (and is it my imagination or does each year get a little shorter), the actual visual signposts …

  • Published
    October 3, 2012

    Time for 'Talking Sticks?'

    From the time I was little, back when kids played “cowboys & Indians,” I always wanted to be the Indian. In the winter, instead of making snowmen, I would make snow-horses – with a snow “Little Beaver” to ride in back of me as I played “Red Ryder.” We had stacks of old National Geographics in the “cook room chamber,” where we would play on rainy days. They had photos of Indians still living on their land, in …

  • Published
    September 19, 2012

    A Packed Pantry?

    Actually, I wish I did have a pantry. I’d gladly swap most of my kitchen cabinets for an honest-to-goodness, old-timey walk-in pantry. When I was young, most kitchens had a pantry for storing foods, providing a work surface and storing small appliances out of the way – and out of sight. (The out of sight part may be the best advantage.) In the open kitchen, most had a wooden work table, where foods were prepared. …

  • Published
    September 3, 2012

    ‘Beware the job…’

    Thoreau wrote: “Beware the job that requires new clothes.” When you ponder that point a bit, it makes a lot of sense. The job that dictates the way you dress dictates your life as well. Grampa Roy never had to dress in store-bought suits to make a living. Grammie Mable made good money her own way, too. The only thing she had to add to her attire, other than her daily “house dress,” was her “mosquito sleeves” and …

  • Published
    August 22, 2012

    Salt of the Earth People

    We have five seasons this year: Winter, spring, summer, fall – and campaign. With all the fuss and fury of “campaign season,” which will spread itself through all the others, I’m reminded of how far removed the professional politicians are from us regular folk. Even though some of the politicians may start out from humble beginnings, it seems it doesn’t take too much exposure to power before they take on the …

  • Published
    August 6, 2012

    The Cook-room Chamber

    A gentle rain on the roof or rains pushed by howling winds puts me in the “cook-room chamber” mode, evoking a feeling of warm, cozy safeness, a legacy from the childhood years on my grandparents’ farm at the end of Tucker Ridge. Most children are taught, inadvertently, to hate the rain. They hear the adults in their lives bemoan a rainy day and watch them mope and complain that there’s nothing to do because “it’s …

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