There is nothing like Windjammer Days through the eyes of a 6-year-old. Following is my great niece Albright’s summary of a very fun week visiting Aunt Anne on the Point.

Hey there are arts and crafts-I want to paint a birdhouse.

My balloon sword popped, I need another one.

Are there pirates on those big ships coming by your house?

Why are those people running down the street with dead fish?

This parade has a lot of candy but why didn’t we bring a bucket to catch it all?

These are the best fireworks I have ever seen.

I love my new calico lobster friend named Candy Corn that I met at the aquarium.

I think I could do rock skipping.

This is the best time ever!

And as the week came to a close the Point was enveloped in fog. As Carl Sandburg said “The fog comes on little cat feet. It sits looking over harbor and city on silent haunches and then moves on.” 

Following last week’s column telling the stories of “How did you get here?” this is Mary Kowalski’s story

Our Fleming family started summering here in 1964. We moved from Pasadena, California to New York because the LA Times wanted to open a bureau at the United Nations and chose my father, Louis Brown Fleming as their journalist. Coincidentally, I met Rick Barton at my new high school and got to know him better on our 8th grade trip to Williamsburg, which sadly coincided with the assassination of President Kennedy. Bob and Nancy Barton were our chaperones and made that emotional weekend bearable. They met my parents at a party with Bob and Betty Saudek. The Bartons and Saudeks waxed poetic about their summers on Juniper and McKown Points and offered our family a rental house for the summer of 1964. The Moore Cottage at the top of Moore's Landing became our cherished home for three summers. Mrs Whitten, across the road, was a delightful neighbor who hosted us and made us feel at home with treats of Dulce de Leche cooked in a can submerged in boiling water. That family was very brave to rent their home to a family of six with two dogs. I have fond memories of SPUD on Whitten Field, square dances in the Community House, and running barefoot from Massachusetts Road to Juniper Point Road through the woods. Jean and Lou Fleming found their dream home when Hepsey Rowell decided to move into assisted living and offered her home, Juniper Ledges, for sale. When Jean and Lou's eldest daughter, Mary, and her husband, Jeff, decided to branch out on their own, they built their home on Samoset Road in 1990. Interestingly, Mary's sister, Sarah and she conducted genealogical research and discovered that their Maternal ancestors settled on Georgetown Island and in Lewiston before Maine was a state. Our mother's maiden name is Tarr and we discovered Tarr Mountain and other landmarks on Georgetown Island. We wish we had discovered that information before Mom died. She would have been thrilled.

Let’s hope the sun comes out soon and the fog moves on.