Sea Glass and Scrap Iron Blog Archive April, 2010
We’re getting ready for the Annual Town Meeting of the municipality of Matinicus Isle Plantation, an entirely humorless gathering always held on the last Saturday of April. In some ways the event might remind one of the Norman Rockwell “Freedom of Speech” painting from the “Four Freedoms” series. This well-known image from the 1940’s may or may not have been inspired by a New England Town Meeting, but it certainly resembles one.
This morning, as I write, the island prepares for a funeral. There won’t be a church service. I do not believe we’ll be seeing the funeral director or any professionals in suits. The Ladies Aid, as such, does not have to sweep the floor in the church basement, set out tablecloths, and arrange flowers. This particular fisherman requested a far more informal sort of celebration of his life.
So I fried up a big mess of doughnuts. That’s all I can do.
I write on the first of April. The sky is blue, the sea is twinkling, the storms are over, the breeze is — well, no, not exactly warm, but no teeth in it. We heard the peepers for the first time this year on the 31st; Paul came home from the evening check of the powerhouse and stuck his head through the kitchen door and said, “Step out here!” We’ve already had the crocuses; they’re almost gone by. Lobstermen are headed home from Florida and Texas and Tenants Harbor. The daffodils are poking up.