Each month, Down East editors select our favorite response to “Where in Maine?” The winner receives a Down East wall calendar. Here is our favorite letter from the May 2015 issue.
In the late 1930s, my father was hired by the state of Maine to “seek out” sites for new parks. One day, in 1945, Daddy asked if I’d like to visit a place called Georgetown. We came to the end of a quiet road and walked a path to the ocean, sparkling in the sun, and the most beautiful beach I had ever seen. When we left, we stopped at a beautiful white house, and I was taken in to meet a wonderful old gentleman who insisted I have a few chocolates while he and Daddy talked. When we left, he said with a courtly bow, “I am delighted to have met you, Miss Judy; I hope we will be good friends.” We were . . . for a long time. He was, of course, Walter Reid, who generously donated his shore property to the people of Maine.