Afternoon! *smile* Hope you have gotten the things done you mentioned. Where you live sounds wonderful and I hope you are happy there. I live in the White Mountains, so the thought of seeing for miles and miles seems a wee bit scary to me ( shades of the Wizard Of Oz trauma. ) But, your akining it to the ocean makes it appear lovely,amber waves of grain and all. I know what you mean about a factory town. My great grandparents and my grandmother moved from Scotland to Sanford, Maine when my gran was little. They worked in the mills there and I imagine the work was brutal.Sanford, Lewiston,Auburn,Waterville and all those mill towns have changed so much the past few years, I doubt you would recognize inland Maine anymore. I'll make a point of taking some photos this summer. We like to go to Owl's Head and there is a lighthouse there and a secluded beach, which one gets to by walking down a wooded path ( just NOT to be done during black fly season, for obvious reasons that you will well recall! ) and there are scads of rose bushes there. Daylight savings is early this year huh? I'm not overly fond of some changes that's for sure. Well, have a nice evening.
That is exactly the town that my husband and I are from, Sanford, Maine. His parents and my grandparents, my mother and sister all worked in the mills. Goodall Mills. When the mills moved South his father went with it to So. Carolina. This is a very small world, isn't it? My grandmother started working there when she was 10 yrs. old. We visited there a couple of years ago and seeing the change in Sanford and along the beaches (rte 1) just didn't feel like home anymore. But it is still all so beautiful. The beaches themselves haven't changed too much, thankfully, but the tourism in the summer must be what most of the local people see as a blessing now that the mills are gone. Shoeshops have all gone also. Got to go to bed, am getting tired. I am so happy that we have met. ! !
*smile* It IS a small world, especially with the aide of the internet! I have no doubt our ancestors probably crossed paths. My father was thirty-seven when I was born, so my people were all long gone by the time I came upon the scene. My gran, that I mentioned, died in the spanish flu epidemic in October of 1918. I "do" genealogy, so I went to Sanford last summer and read about the mills a bit. There it was, the Cunningham name, in a history of Sanford reference book. It gave me the leads I needed to trace them back to Bute, Rothesay, Scotland! I have a subscription to Ancestry World and I found a census record with their names and where my great grands were born. It was a great breakthrough in my research. Doing that is so much fun! I'm glad we met too!
Hope you have gotten the things done you mentioned.
Where you live sounds wonderful and I hope you are happy there.
I live in the White Mountains, so the thought of seeing for miles and miles seems a wee bit scary to me ( shades of the Wizard Of Oz trauma. ) But, your akining it to the ocean makes it appear lovely,amber waves of grain and all.
I know what you mean about a factory town. My great grandparents and my grandmother moved from Scotland to Sanford, Maine when my gran was little. They worked in the mills there and I imagine the work was brutal.Sanford, Lewiston,Auburn,Waterville and all those mill towns have changed so much the past few years, I doubt you would recognize inland Maine anymore.
I'll make a point of taking some photos this summer. We like to go to Owl's Head and there is a lighthouse there and a secluded beach, which one gets to by walking down a wooded path ( just NOT to be done during black fly season, for obvious reasons that you will well recall! ) and there are scads of rose bushes there.
Daylight savings is early this year huh? I'm not overly fond of some changes that's for sure.
Well, have a nice evening.
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This is a very small world, isn't it?
My grandmother started working there when she was 10 yrs. old.
We visited there a couple of years ago and seeing the change in Sanford and along the beaches (rte 1) just didn't feel like home anymore. But it is still all so beautiful. The beaches themselves haven't changed too much, thankfully, but the tourism in the summer must be what most of the local people see as a blessing now that the mills are gone. Shoeshops have all gone also.
Got to go to bed, am getting tired. I am so happy that we have met. ! !
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I have no doubt our ancestors probably crossed paths. My father was thirty-seven when I was born, so my people were all long gone by the time I came upon the scene. My gran, that I mentioned, died in the spanish flu epidemic in October of 1918. I "do" genealogy, so I went to Sanford last summer and read about the mills a bit. There it was, the Cunningham name, in a history of Sanford reference book. It gave me the leads I needed to trace them back to Bute, Rothesay, Scotland! I have a subscription to Ancestry World and I found a census record with their names and where my great grands were born. It was a great breakthrough in my research. Doing that is so much fun!
I'm glad we met too!
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