Monthly Archives: August 2010

‘A teaching tool from my ancestors’: Former Penobscot Indian chief building wigwam at UM museum | Bangor Daily News

ORONO, Maine — A former chief of the Penobscot Nation was surrounded Monday by all the materials he, his family and members of his tribe needed to construct a domed birch-bark dwelling.

Bent maple and spruce saplings about 1 inch in diameter waited next to a pile of birch bark in strips a yard wide and about 2 feet long until they were needed. Strips of basswood bark and tree roots sat curled like rope until they were called to tie the saplings together to complete the wigwam’s skeleton.

Barry Dana could have been kneeling in a clearing on Indian Island, just as his ancestors did centuries ago, preparing to build a birch-bark wigwam for his family. Instead, Dana, 51, his wife, Lori Dana, 50, and daughter Skiwani, 17, all of Solon were building the structure at the Hudson Museum inside the Collins Center for the Arts at the University of Maine with help from a couple of engineering students.

Click on the link for the rest of this story by Judy Harrison in the Bangor Daily News.

 The Hudson Museum is open from 9 a.m. to 4 p.m. Monday through Friday and from 11 a.m. to 4 p.m. Saturdays. It is closed Sundays and holidays.

For more information, call (207) 581-3756.

On the Web: www.umaine.edu/hudsonmuseum.

Maine Stuff in My California Apartment No. 8 … At least, until I consume them

Today’s photos are of a package from home and its contents.

My Mom and The Sis – probably with the fine assistance of nephew Max and niece Sophie – put it together for my birthday, which was a little over a month ago. Procrastination runs in the family. 🙂

But in all fairness to The Sis, she is a wife, mother of two very active children, Max and Sophie, and has a full-time job. She’s busy. My Mom – known as Mems to The Sis’s two very active children – is busy on her own what with grandchildren to spoil, friends to visit, bowling balls to throw, books to read, a dog’s ears to scratch, and box wine to drink.

Don’t get me wrong. It was a lovely surprise. I knew the package was coming and that it might be a while longer, so it truly was a lovely surprise nonetheless. And very much appreciated.

Here’s the package straight from Fryeburg, Maine. Well, perhaps not straight-arrow straight, but close enough.

Yes, that is me using a corkscrew to open the package from home. It was handy and recently had been used, so I knew it worked.

The package from home was waiting for me yesterday when I returned from a day at empresso coffeehouse, the coffeehouse I frequent the most. It is located in Empire Theater on the Miracle Mile in Stockton, Calif., and hence the name of the coffeehouse. I go there for the reasonably priced and reasonably tasty caffeinated beverages, friendly baristas, and WiFi I use for the protracted job search and to keep in touch with personal and professional contacts.

The package from home is opened. Inside were chocolate chip cookies, Bar Harbor Jam Company Maine Wild Blueberry Muffin Mix, Bar Harbor Jam Company Maine Wild Blueberry Jam, Captain Mowatt’s Blue Flame and Captain Mowatt’s Fireberry Sauce. Apparently, my request for “no sugar” went unheeded … again. 

Inside the package from home were three Ziploc bags of chocolate cookies, Bar Harbor Jam Company Maine Wild Blueberry Muffin Mix, Bar Harbor Jam Company Maine Wild Blueberry Jam, Captain Mowatt’s Blue Flame and Captain Mowatt’s Fireberry Sauce. Trust me on this, it is all yummy stuff and I will enjoy it all.

However – and it’s only a small “however” – I have asked several times for no more sugary treats. I’m closer to 50 than I would like and it is getting harder and harder to keep the weight off. The last thing I need is sugary treats.

To Mom and The Sis I thank you.

This is an occasional multipart series of photos of things related to Maine that can be found in Keith Michaud’s California apartment. All photos in this series are shot by and are the property of Keith Michaud.

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Blogging around a very small world

This cracks me up just a little bit. I have “Letters From Away” on two platforms – WordPress and Blogger – because when I first started the blog I wanted to spread out the reach a little bit.

Anyway, one of the features on the Blogger metrics is a list of countries in which visitors to the blog are located. What strikes me somewhat odd – yeah, “odd” is the word – is how many visitors are from countries such as China, South Korea and Singapore.

I know one person who is currently in one of those countries. She’s working at a newspaper in Beijing.

The only other person I knew who regularly traveled to that part of the world no longer travels there. At least, as far as I know.

I’m guessing visitors from those countries are merely stumbling on me via a search engine. I seriously doubt I have an international following. I don’t have the ego to believe that.

But it is proof – as if we needed more proof – that the world is a pretty small place.

Here’s the list from the past day or so.

United States                                                                                               60
China                                                                                                               23
South Korea                                                                                          20
Canada                                                                                    6
Poland                                                                                     1
Latvia                                                                                      1
Sweden                                                                                                  1
Singapore                                                                                       1
Netherlands                                                                         1
United Kingdom                                                                    1

Talk about your dream jobs – island caretaker

OK, there is something mystically adventurous and appealing about living on an island. You don’t have to worry about traffic, noisy neighbors, or getting too lost.

On the other hand, there’s only so much you can see on island, entertainment options are pretty limited, and help can be a long way away should anything go wrong.

Still, this ad on MaineJobs.com caught my eye. I kind of wish I met the job requirements.

“Summer community of approx 50 families in Casco Bay, Portland, ME, seeks year-round caretaker who is a self starter with strong people skills and can juggle multiple demands. Preference given to candidates with strong mechanical and trade skills, and waterfront capabilities. Compensation includes salary, aid to partner, benefits, housing, utilities, and a mooring. Owner of a sturdy boat is preferred.”

I can pass along the address if anyone is interested.

Captured: America in Color from 1939-1943 | Plog Photo Blog

[A friend of mine – a photo editor for a newspaper in Northern California – passed along a link to a wonderful denverpost.com photo blog. Check out photos nos. 4 and 5. — KM]

“These images, by photographers of the Farm Security Administration/Office of War Information, are some of the only color photographs taken of the effects of the Depression on America’s rural and small town populations. The photographs are the property of the Library of Congress and were included in a 2006 exhibit Bound for Glory: America in Color.” — Lead-in for the blog entry

Photo No. 4

Children gathering potatoes on a large farm. Vicinity of Caribou, Aroostook County, Maine, October 1940. Reproduction from color slide. Photo by Jack Delano. Prints and Photographs Division, Library of Congress

 Photo No. 5

Trucks outside of a starch factory. Caribou, Aroostook County, Maine, October 1940. Reproduction from color slide. Photo by Jack Delano. Prints and Photographs Division, Library of Congress

Captured: America in Color from 1939-1943 – Plog Photo Blog.

Defining Prosperity Down

http://www.nytimes.com/2010/08/02/opinion/02krugman.html