Down East 2013 ©
Where in Maine?
I knew your March mystery harbor immediately: Friendship. It is where I have grown up over the last twenty years, as my Dad (Mark Havener, F/V Sarah Ashley), who is a lobsterman out of the Friendship Co-op (pictured to the right of the photograph). My Dad’s boat, a small gray and red colored wooden boat and one of only a few in the harbor, is pictured at the end of Larry Wallace’s wharf. I have stern(woman)ed with my Dad every summer since I was six and wouldn’t trade the view or experience for anything.
It only took a glimpse at March’s “Where in Maine?” photo for me to recognize it as Friendship Harbor. Understandably so, since I have pulled up to the pictured wharf in my father’s lobsterboat to sell the day’s catch countless times over ten summers of working as his stern-person. Although covered in snow in the photo, the scene immediately brings memories of the end of a summer day: warm sun, seagulls calling, a sore back, and the strong desire to get home and wash the scent of bait off my hands! After growing up in Friendship, I have left to live and experience life elsewhere: Boston, San Francisco, and, most recently, closer to home in Portland. However, between each trip, I always find myself returning for a time to my tiny hometown, where I inevitably (and happily) end up on a lobsterboat and at the harbor.
—Lori Burns Blake
I read with interest your March article on the rise of evangelical churches in Maine. We have always had a tradition of Christian fundamentalism here in Georgia, and the “new” evangelical churches also have a huge following here, especially in suburban Atlanta. I am drawn to neither of these paths, but Maine has played an important role in the deepening of my own spiritual awareness in other ways. Once a year we come to Maine for a week’s vacation. We come for all the reasons everyone else does — stunning landscapes, outstanding food, magnificent waters — but we also come for the express purpose of being able to visit the First Congregational Church in Blue Hill. The pastor, who is also a thoughtful author, inspired us with his calm intelligence, compassion, and humor. The congregation was both serious and friendly, a delightful mix of attitudes in such a beautiful old church. This was a church clearly in the tradition of thoughtful examination, prayer, and down-to-earth conviviality that reflects a powerful New England tradition.