Letters to the editor
I live to see the day when all Rosa rugosa are replaced with bayberry and native shrubs . . . death to all beach roses.
Kyle Fletcher Baker
From Kingfield to York
Thank you for providing such a tremendous joy through stories and pictures to a true Mainer now living in Georgia. I cannot express the elation I felt for the memories that came flooding back when reading about my hometown of Kingfield and our summer residence of York Beach. You touched on some of the high points of my life, and it truly brought me back to a finer, simpler time. I also must mention how fortunate I was to win valuable treasure year after year playing skee ball!
Stacy Boynton Hutchinson
Where’s the Fire?
I have to say the article about the E911 system is one of the best pieces of local journalism I’ve ever read. That was a fascinating piece.
Michele Tidd Pfannenstiel
Rob Sneddon’s E911 article was a great read. His wit is right on and always unexpected. I
was fully informed and grinning from ear to ear when I finished reading it.
Portland and Belfast, Maine
Your June “Talk of Maine” regarding E911 service in Maine was well done. I learned more
from it than any other reporting I have witnessed over the many years of E911’s existence. There are a couple of things that could enhance the program, and one appears to be common sense. When 911 was initially set up, a similar number, such as 811, should have been set up for non-emergency calls. If it had been, we wouldn’t be hearing about the overload at the call centers for non-emergency calls. It’s not too late and should be an option. When I see in the police blotter news reports of a response to a 911 hang up call, I often wonder, “was it real?”
Last Rose Standing
I love Rosa rugosa, but hate pruning them each spring. I just got my first blooms this week. A Maine garden is not a garden without Rosa rugosa.
Debbie Farsht Miller
West Tremont, Maine
I love beach roses in Maine! My mom dug up a few one summer from my grandmother’s property, and we hauled them back to North Carolina, never thinking they’d survive the trip or being planted in the South in August. Well, fast forward eight years, and we had to dig them all out last fall. They’d taken over a whole corner of our small yard, only bloomed for a few days, and were invading the neighbor’s yard!
I greatly enjoyed your latest issue with the beach roses on the cover. As a born-and-bred Mainer now living in North Carolina, I have long loved these amazing roses. My stepmother, who lives in Gardiner, is jealous that my Rosa rugosa here in North Carolina bloom better than hers in Maine! Thanks for the article — it only needed scratch-and-sniff!
Concord, North Carolina
I love Rosa rugosa. The fragrance brings me back to the seashore where I belong!
Lisa Richards Kane
Syracuse, New York
We have eighty feet of Rosa rugosa growing in front of our home in Old Orchard Beach, so I better love them!
Old Orchard Beach, Maine
We misidentified the bird in our May edition of What’s in a Picture. It is a double-crested cormorant that Allan D. Cruickshank is holding.
Where in Maine?
Our Favorite Letter
My wife and I had an interesting experience in this building a couple of years ago. We went into the smokehouse and the door locked behind us. We waited and waited for someone else to visit it, too, so we could get out. Finally we raised a window and crawled out to unlock the latch. We had a good laugh about it.
Leonard and Jean Good
North Manchester, Indiana
My mother, a Lubec native, quickly identified your June cover. “Oh, that’s McCurdy’s Smokehouse,” she exclaimed when I showed her the picture. “And we used to go there every day. It was a wonderful smell. My mother used to say it was the smell of money because everyone had work.” And my mother ate plenty of the fish. It must have been good for her: She turned ninety-five last week.
Pamela Plummer Lartuche
McCurdy Fish Company was in my family for nearly one hundred years. I was the owner when the business closed in 1992. Thank you for your acknowledgement of this once thriving business and the beautiful pictures as well.
My wife has family in Lubec who we visit each summer. Last summer, my then four-year-old daughter visited McCurdy’s Smokehouse so often that by the end of her visit she could show other visitors around and pack a mean can of herring.
Endicott, New York
One of our fondest memories was being able to tour McCurdy’s Smokehouse in Lubec — it was very dark, smelly, and smoky inside, and the fish were hung on rows to the top of the rafters. As they were smoked, the fish dripped oil down onto the sawdust floor. The smell stayed in our nostrils and on our clothes for quite a while after we left that hot July day, but it didn’t really bother us because we were fortunate enough to see the history of Maine.
Nancy and Ray Soma