Mary Cushman first summered on Chebeague Island Island as a child in the 1940s. For the past 20 years, she and her husband have lived there year-round.
As a kid, I was afraid of Ida. And small wonder: stout and tall, with big hands and a severe face, she was every inch the forbidding Yankee spinster. My idea of Ida shifted slightly one summer morning when I was about 10 years old.
