Stockton Springs Report

By Jeff Davis | Nov 30, 2012
Photo by: Jeff Davis The Mill Pond on Cape Jellison in Stockton Springs.


Town news and meetings

The American flags that adorn Main Street, courtesy of beloved past and present residents, have been removed and the lights are up on the tree in the Town Hall's front yard. Once again, Stockton has gone the summer without the embarrassment of letters to the editor regarding the sad state of Main Street flags, as I have read about in other towns. I believe three cheers are in order for our excellent and relatively inexpensive road crew.

Town Manager Rich Couch and town employees have been quietly getting used to the new computer system. I was at the library and walked by as one of the staff stepped out for a breath of fresh air. I noticed that she had a Bluetooth-type headset messing up her hair. They have the poor girl tethered to that computer. The Select Board will meet on Dec. 6 at 6 p.m. I have lost count as to who will be swinging the gavel. As all are doing a fine job of it, it has become a moot point.

The Planning Board meets on Dec. 5 at 6:30 p.m. The Shellfish and Harbor committees will not meet in the month of December. The Harbor Committee's next meeting is scheduled for Jan. 10 and the Shellfish Committee will reconvene in April.

Gifts for children and adults are still being collected at the Town Office. And you can still donate money to help heat the homes of those who fall through cracks by dropping a check made out the town of Stockton Springs at the Town Office. Please write “Heating Fund” in the memo portion of your check.

The Recycle Committee met on Nov. 26, and I was supposed to go. More on that later. According to the town website, the committee meets on the second and fourth Thursdays at 7 a.m. However, I had written 7 p.m. on my calendar. If the website is wrong, I have a built-in excuse for missing the Dec. 10 meeting.

Residents in need of good thoughts

Please keep some of our Stockton Springs residents in your thoughts and prayers, if you are one to offer prayers. If not, just keep them in your thoughts. I am not one to push my beliefs on others, but I pray; and I say “thoughts and prayers.” For the sake of recognizing that all do not, I offered this one-time explanation. From here on out, I will just be saying it. If you are offended, I refer you back to this column.

At the time of this writing, Cherie Mercer, who lives up on Route 1, is in the hospital in Bangor undergoing medical testing. She has been battling an illness for some time, but has recently been doing well. She has some knitted scarves for sale for Christmas, and I inquired about them on Facebook and was waiting to her from her. Her daughter Heather posted a prayer request for her last night; explaining why I had not heard from the usually prompt Cherie. We are friends, but not alike in that manner. The chair of our recycle committee can attest to that, as I missed the first meeting that I was invited to attend. As Cherie is not like that, I knew something must be amiss. Her scarves, by the way, are $20 apiece. I pray that she is well enough to sell them before Christmas. But if not, my someone special will just have to wait until she is ready. Half of the value of that gift comes from the fact that we got it from a friend.

Bruce Snowman, of School Street, has been going back and forth to the hospital in Bangor. I saw him at Perry's Store and he was telling me all about it. One of Bruce's problems is that he won't slow down. It wasn't a week after seeing him at Ed and Miriam’s old place that he was out grading Fort Point Cove Road. Later, I saw him in the parking lot of the Main Street Market, pulling his Kubota. Gail had come out of the store and went up to his truck. He handed her something and she ran back in. Before I got to his truck, she came out with a large Pepsi and some change. At first, I thought Holly was expanding her walkup ice cream window to a drive-through shopping service. Come to find out, Bruce was just too pooped to get out of the truck and Gail was doing him a favor. According to stepson Wesley Shute, the large Pepsis are another one of Bruce's medical problems. Please keep Bruce in your thoughts and prayers and ask that he get a grip on that Pepsi dependency.

Shirley Grant, also of School Street, is battling cancer. Like so many of our town's residents with the disease, Mrs. Grant has been bravely fighting for her life and refusing to give in to the evil that has taken so many of our loved ones. A lot of restaurants claim to serve the best clams in town, but where the best clams come from is indisputable in this area. They come from the Grants. There is little we can do for Mrs. Grant but pray. You can aid the entire family and town by ensuring that your clams come Stockton Springs.

From the columnist

I seem to have obtained a reputation of being the lighthearted columnist who sometimes gets things wrong. I don't really mind that. Many have called or emailed, seen me in person or on a social media site and corrected me. It is always done kindly and in good humor. No one has ever been mad and no one ever hollered at me. Well, I wouldn't let them. I don't allow people to holler at me. But no one tried. I believe this is a feather in the cap of our town. We don't take things all too seriously. Just recently, I have been looking into the life of former resident Jonathan Lowder, who was a gunner at Fort Pownal and the namesake of our Lowder Brook. On a side note, Jellison was a young worker at the fort who died in a boating accident. Just like our American Legion, the cape was named for a regular guy.

In looking into Mr. Lowder's life, I have found several different accounts of the same incident or person. It seems the history of the town, like everything else in life, depends on who one asks. One thing that everyone agrees on is that life is special when you live it in beautiful Stockton Springs.

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