With recent forecasts looking a bit glum, and additionally, with my fog infatuation, I figured it might be better to look elsewhere for this week’s adventure. So, a deep archive dive was in order.And look what I found! 

When Megan and Morgan were little folk we lived in the Harbor, up on Sherman Street, next to Nettie Mitchell (no relation) in a house previously owned by Verna Coady, a direct relation to “Commander Coady,” my personal hairdresser whose office was located under the bowling alley just off the sidewalk from the “Footbridge” approach.Bernard Coady actually suggested I/we have a look at the Sherman Street house which we eventually bought.A wonderful place for our family for many years' great memories.  

During our Harbor stay I bought a little wooden skiff, part of which can be seen in the attached photograph.Turned out it was built by the late Alice Thompson’s famous father, Norman Hodgdon Jr., a renowned boat builder who had a shop on the property that has now become the Boothbay Harbor Waterfront Preservation location on the east side.I knew Alice from my frequent visits to the Hodgdon Yacht yard on Murray Hill in East Boothbay. It was a sturdy craft and not too much to handle for my limited navigation experience. We kept the boat at Blake’s Marine over in West Boothbay Harbor which was very convenient for our excursions.  

Mostly we just packed some sandwiches and drinks and tooted around the harbor to take in the scenery and slip in and out of little pockets of joy unseen from the shore. It was fun for us all and I got to practice my “Red Right Returning” skills learned at the adult ed class with Captain Watson, classmate and seasoned sailing Boothbay resident.   

But, on one occasion, the family and I decided to take a big step. We got a fishing rod from somewhere and some lures then set out on “PeeWee’s Big Adventure” to catch ourselves some fish! Big mistake!  

I, for one, am incapable of extracting a hook from a fish’s mouth, or anywhere else, for that matter. Susan, the mom, grew up fishing with her dad summers off the Delaware coast. She was much braver than I and showed little reluctance. First cast off the boat we were attacked by the monster fish you see being examined by Megan and observed by Morgan. My exact sentiments Mae! You and mom deal with it. I’m out! Morgan also, I believe, shared my restraint but seemed a bit fascinated. Mom, on the other hand, showed great poise as the girls investigated the catch. To this day I remain a fishing wimp. Our son-in-law Andrei, on the other hand, takes all fishing experience in stride and loves the thrill of the catch. He grew up fishing with his dad in Romania on the Danube River and its delta. Bravo Andrei!    

So that’s my anti-fog story for the week. I hope it helps to distract you while I enjoy. The image shared today was scanned from one of my stacks of negatives. That’s another story!   

Have a good week.