Ellsworth American. [volume] (Ellsworth, Me.) 1855-current, 1926-09-15
PENOBsCOT "REMINISCENCES
Copies Of Americans Carry Maine to
California

1
Mrs. Clara West of North Castine
sent us, as she does occasionally,
bundle of Ellsworth Americans. They
seemed like the coming of very dear
friend-many friends, in fact, for
whenever we saw familiar name,
whether we knew the person or not,
we thought we knew his father or
mother, uncle or aunt, and then and
there gave him a handshake across
the distance.
How a mere name will recall in
cidents of our childhood! One name
recalls the time when we were keep
ing school" on Perkins Hill, with pu-
pills as old and who knew more
than we did. One morning, at the foot
of the short hill, we smelt the fat of
frying doughnuts, and before we had
the door with one fresh from the pan
for US We thought Lizzie made the
best doughnuts of any woman in
town, and that was saying much.
That same name recalls the morning
Amber came to school and said, CDR.
Sprague brought twins to our house
last night. Where can they sit when
they come to school?" Our answer
more definite five years later, when
we gave them their first seat in school.
And about twenty years after, one of
the twins made himself very dear to
us by bringing fresh flowers almost
| daily to brighten the room of one
vainly seeking health in the old home
| in Penobscot.
But when we begin to recall Incl
dents suggested by the coming of The
| Ellsworth American, whether funny,
sad or too sacred to write, it is an
! endless chain.
| We are living in Hawthorne, Cali
fornia, city named for Nathaniel
Hawthorne and about seven miles
from Los Angeles. 1t has all the in
teresting activities of western city
in the making. We live on a hill
Gundo, four miles away and directly
| on the coast, from which we hear the
thunder and roar of the Pacific at
night. In the distance are mountains
| often snow capped, and on clear morn
ings they look near enough to- touch
with the outstretched hand. East OF
us lies that long stretch of land which
we often look at and, in our imagi-
nation, see a straight and narrow
path leading to our old and tumbled
and almost forgotten farmhouse in
| Penobscot, Maine.
The climate here is most delight
ful-summers not too hot and winters
warm, and this is winter and sum
mer resort, tourists coming from the
hot cities in summer and from the
cold countries in winter. This is GER
tainly fine place to live, and if we
had old friends here, we would have
almost Heaven"
! However, we have met good mum.
Der of eastern people: Hugh Perkins
!
lilies, from Penobscot; Mr.. and Mrs
George Wheeler and Ida Crawford
from Castine; Mr.. and Mrs. Staples
and daughter Gertrude, Mr. and Mrs
Games and Mrs. Nellie Daggett, from
Sandy Point; Mr.. and Mrs. Worcester
and son from Camden, Mr.. and Mrs
Chaplin, Harold and Florence. from
Bangor; Miss Mary A. Mckay (noW
married and living near Los Angeles,
from Bucksport seminary; Mrs. Emma
Wetherbee and Miss Helen Johnston
and others, from Boston. These, with
my son and daughter and my sister
Mrs. Lowena W. Rice, are really east
ern, though everyone coming from
across the California state line are
called Fasteners" here; in fact. mos
of us disdain to be born in California
but we want to I've here till we die
| after once coming.
With best regards to all whom we
used to know and to all who nave
been born since.
-Bernice Wardwell Wallace.