Of the more than 3,000 islands off the coast of Maine, only 14 have year round inhabitants.
One is Islesboro with a population of less than 600 people. It has a K-12 school and, unlike most islands, it is accessible by ferry leaving from Lincolnville Beach which makes it possible for islanders to work and attend school on the mainland.
At the ferry landing there is a lighthouse which, like so many others, is no longer active.
If one doesn’t mind climbing narrow, rickety steps to the top, there is a nice view of Penobscot Bay and the mainland.
There was a time when Indians summered on Islesboro, fishing and trapping. Early white settlers earned their living farming and fishing. Some of the history of these early inhabitants is in the Islesboro Sailors Memorial Museum and the Islesboro Historical Society and Museum.
At one time, Islesboro was home to the largest commercial shipping fleet in Penobscot Bay. Life on the island changed, however, in the late 1800’s when wealthy folks from away discovered it and built stately homes, many of which are being used today by fifth and sixth generations of families. As wealthy folks began spending time on Islesboro, the islanders adapted to their needs by becoming carpenters and gardeners thus livelihood became more dependent on summer people. Would you be surprised to learn that it took some time for the islanders to develop a cordial relationship with their new neighbors?
Islesboro, with its beautiful vistas, is like stepping back in time.
It is peaceful and a wonderful setting for relaxing or exploring. A number of celebrities have found it a place to spend time without being bothered. For many years the pace was slow and transportation was by horse drawn carriage. It wasn’t until 1932 after summer people were gone that islanders voted to allow cars on the island. That was a radical change, but it made life easier for those who were there year round.
Islesboro is just one of Maine’s islands with a rich history, and it’s fascinating to learn about past and present life on many of them.
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When there is as much hype surrounding an event as has happened with the block buster show Hamilton, one can only wonder if it is as good as advertised. The answer is an enthusiastic YES! I held off going during its Houston run because the tickets are pricey, but at the last minute there were some single seats available for a somewhat reasonable price, and I bit ending up with a great seat close to the stage.
As the story goes, the creator, Lin-Manuel Miranda, was inspired by Ron Chernow’s book Hamilton. Now, I read the book and while I learned much about Alexander Hamilton and his contemporaries, I got so bogged down in detail that I couldn’t imagine being creatively inspired. Thankfully, Miranda did not have the same response. As a result, he presents American history with a lesser known founding father, Hamilton, as the central character surrounded by the more familiar Washington, Jefferson, Madison and others.
This being a short visit, we didn’t want to spend hours waiting in line for some of the major attractions, so we opted to visit Galleria Borghese where we’d never been. The gallery is located in the villa begun by Cardinal Scipione Borghese, the nephew of Pope Paul V. The cardinal used it as a country villa at the edge of Rome.
Borghese was an early patron of Bernini, and the sculptures in his collection are amazing.
Up close the expressions tell a story of their own as seen here between Daphne and Apollo.
there is grace and beauty.
While it was difficult to pick a favorite from such magnificent creations, David preparing to slay Goliath may have been it. Again, a story is depicted so powerfully.
In addition to sculpture, there is a great collection of paintings with works by such names as Carvaggio, Raphael and Titian.
As much as I liked the paintings, what fascinated me were the ceilings in every room. 
It wasn’t just that the work was beautiful, it was that it was so three dimensional as to make some of the work seem more sculpted than painted.
Finished marveling at the work inside Galleria Borghese, we began walking back to our hotel with a slight detour to the Spanish Steps. There you can always count on merging with masses of humanity which reminds you of all the people who visit Rome to experience the wonder it has to offer. If one has to make a quick stop, this is a wonderful place to do it.
Exploring the Moosehead Lake region, we spied a sign pointing down a dirt road to a B 52 Memorial. We couldn’t imagine what that would be, but there was only one way to find out and that was to take the road.
It was a bumpy, dusty ride made tolerable by magnificent fall color .
In the distance were mountains, one of which we commented resembled an elephant. We later learned that it was called Elephant Mountain and was part of what we were about to experience.
Seven miles or so down the road, we arrived at the site to be welcomed by a sign giving indication we were going to experience something we’d not expected.
Before we’d walked too far, we saw what was the first of many airplane parts.
Needless to say that was sobering.
Debris was scattered throughout a heavily wooded area which made us wonder how and when such an obviously devastating accident had occurred.
As we continued further into the area, we became more solemn as even larger remains littered the forest. 
At last, we came to the place where some questions were answered. We were surprised that anyone could have survived such a tragic crash and wondered how the survivors were rescued in such an isolated area.
When my daughter moved to Franklin, Tennessee, several years ago, the hubby thought that good enough reason to drive the long road from Houston to Maine and back again. It’s a long way for a quick twice a year stop, but I always enjoy the time we have there not only because of the visit with the daughter’s family but because Franklin is part of my earliest memories.
Would you believe I was born there right in this building that at one time was a hospital? My first view of this unimposing structure stopped me in my tracks as it triggered a distant memory of a photograph of my mother standing on those steps holding an infant that was me, otherwise I would have walked by it with no thought.
Now the spot is identified with a historical marker that names Dr. Tandy Rice as one of the hospital’s founders. It was he who brought me into this world and got me started on life’s journey.
Downtown doesn’t claim all the changes. The area around Franklin, including some of my family’s former property, has become home to large estates and horse farms. Many belong to country music stars and a few Hollywood types.
One thing that hasn’t changed in Franklin is its southern pride. Right in the middle of town is this towering sculpture honoring the fighting men of the Confederacy. 
Look real close and you’ll notice part of the soldier’s hat brim is missing. It is said to have broken during the shipping/installation process, and it was deemed appropriate to leave it.
If memory serves me, Franklin was the unintended site of one of the bloodiest battles of the Civil War. That battle transformed Carnton Plantation into a hospital and a burial ground for the men who died there.
One of our favorite boat outings is to Castine, Maine, one of the oldest communities in North America. Since the 1600’s it has been continuously occupied by settlers from France, Holland, England and colonial America. It has also been home to several Native American nations, so as you might guess, Castine has a rich and colorful history.
Castine is not a big town. Most of the shops and eateries are right in the center.
Today, an historic inn is all that bears the name.
Located up the road from the original fort, the inn is on the site of a hall occupied by English troops in the 1800’s. Are you beginning to get a feel for Castine’s varied history?
On any given day, Castine is a wonderful lunch destination, and for us, it takes less time to get there by water than by car. It is a treat to tie up at the public dock and walk a few steps to Dennett’s Wharf for a tasty bite.
