Due to some fine weather analyses by the brightest minds in America, the End of Season party scheduled for Oct. 7, was moved up a day. The research paid off as Spencerville was blessed with perfect weather as everyone who was anyone (well, just about) was there to enjoy delicious food, great drinks and wonderful company. An overflow crowd enjoyed the festivities and people of all ages - and I'm talking from 6 to somewhere in the 80s - danced to great music by the Salty Dogs. The night was wonderful and thank you to everyone who made it possible! I hear the band is already booked for next year!

Saturday did bring the promised rain, but Sunday and Monday were great days to venture out and enjoy the Fall Festival at the Railway Museum and the Pumpkin Festival in Damariscotta. Speaking of museums, while going through the Bayville archives, Greg Merrill came across the following poem written by W.E.G.

The Buzz is not worthy of such prose, but this may finally be my ticket to a Pulitzer! 

BAYVILLE INN

Season of 1943 - Finis

The guests are gone; the tale is told,

Another year grows, quickly, old.

The hearth that blazed with warmth and cheer

In ashes lies, forlorn and drear.

No voices sound, nor mirth, nor song

That rose when summer days were long.

Now silence reigns within these halls,

A deep'ning chill creeps thru the walls.

For naught the sunlight floods the panes,

The south wind gently wooes in vain.

At length to Bayville comes once more,

The stillness of woods and shore,

Bereft of guests of spirits rare,

The place seems desolate and bare.

May life and light which they brought here

Attend them thru another year,

And winter storms that lash their door

Bring dreams of fragrant woods and shore.