The "Maine Damrons"

Since my niece Becca just had her birthday and was just baptized, I think it's about time we commemorate the Damron's last stand on the east coast: the "Maine Damron's". My big brother Mark, and his family are the last family connection to our beloved Maine. And beloved is what it will always be for me and most of my family. Being only three when we moved from Utah, lush, green, intensely humid, and beautiful Maine was the back drop of my life until college. I remember summer days floating down the Pennobscott River in an inner tube looking for fresh water clams and watching Danny go up to the pulley that spanned the river and drop in. I remember the covered bridge, where we would get out of the water and drive down the tree lined streets that almost made each road a leafy green tunnel. Yes, most of my pleasant memories involve Maine in it's summery, green state, but winter for all it's biting humid cold gave us great times too. I think about cross country skiing across the fields and into the forest and looking out the window after an ice storm when everything glittered in the sun. I remember digging tunnels and snow caves through our enormous snow banks and even a snow sculpture of a car! Maine will always be one of the most beautiful places in the world to me. So here is a heart felt greeting to my long lost sibling and my favorite state, I love you both!

Amy