Stella here.
Yup, me an' Harvey's still here, still kickin'.
Just wanted y' t' know that.
Moose Cove's awash in folks from away, it bein' summah and all. I'm bakin' pies f'r th' Seaview Inn and got some comin' out any minute so I gotta go f'r now.
Love,
Stella
Saturday, August 4, 2012
Tuesday, March 13, 2012
Catchin' up
Stella here.
My goodness, th' snow's disappearin' fast!
Harvey went out t' other mornin' an' almost wrenched his back, slidin' on mud on th' way out t' his shed.
He weren't none too happy about THAT, let me tell ya. I weren't neither, t' tell th' truth. Th' few couple o' times that man's been laid up, he's been a pure pain in th' be-hind! But I slapped a hot pack on him an' made him set f'r a spell an' he's doin' fine.
Saw some crocuses up t' other day out in front o' th' library in that sunny patch they got. Sure did seem nice t' see some color that wasn't a label on some ol' piece o' trash that's been buried under snow since who knows when.
I was goin' in t' hear some gal talk about th' book she'd written... somethin' like "What t' Do t' Make Y'r World Smile When Everythin' Around Ya's Gone t' Pot". I tried t' get Molly Eldridge t' come along, seein's how she's always s' perky. But she was nursin' a bad cold an' sounded like a flock o' geese goin' over (honk, honk), so I told her I'd bring back a re-port.
Much's I hate t' say it, that poor woman (th' author) didn't hold a candle t' Molly. She (th' author) just kep' sayin' "Now ya got t' stay alive in yer joy," 'r somethin' like that. Stay alive in yer joy???
What kinda gobbledy gook is that?
Why, even them hippies we had back in th' 70's, THEY said better stuff t' say than that.
This poor soul was all gussied up in a beaded dress looked like she was booked t' sing on a cruise. Most o' th' ladies there was dressed in sensible warm duds, an' boots - 'cause o' the mud, o' course - an' wouldn't ya know it, th' library heat went out again an' I thought that author woman was gonna turn blue from cold. Th' beads on her dress was shakin' an' rattlin' s' loud I had trouble hearin' her!
It amazes me what some people'll pay money t' read. I guess long about this time o' year, though, we'll turn out t' hear just about anybody talk about anything f'r free. An' Nelda Hummer, th' new librarian, did put out a nice spread o' cookies she'd baked, so 'twasn't a total loss.
I got a piece o' news t'day from Pat G down t' Lewiston. Said she'd been in-vited over t' the public radio studio there (MPBN) t' re-cord a couple o' her stories f'r a pilot f'r a new radio show that might be startin' up about storytellin' in Maine 'r some such. If that don't beat all!
She said she'd let us know when it was gonna be on. Said it was gonna have a bunch o' other storytellin' friends o' hers and we'd be tickled t' hear 'em!
Well, I suppose I've run on long enough. I keep thinkin' I'll write here more often - an' then I don't get around to it. So when I do get on, I guess I kinda natter on longer'n I should.
Anyways, it was nice talkin' to ya.
Love,
Stella
My goodness, th' snow's disappearin' fast!
Harvey went out t' other mornin' an' almost wrenched his back, slidin' on mud on th' way out t' his shed.
He weren't none too happy about THAT, let me tell ya. I weren't neither, t' tell th' truth. Th' few couple o' times that man's been laid up, he's been a pure pain in th' be-hind! But I slapped a hot pack on him an' made him set f'r a spell an' he's doin' fine.
Saw some crocuses up t' other day out in front o' th' library in that sunny patch they got. Sure did seem nice t' see some color that wasn't a label on some ol' piece o' trash that's been buried under snow since who knows when.
I was goin' in t' hear some gal talk about th' book she'd written... somethin' like "What t' Do t' Make Y'r World Smile When Everythin' Around Ya's Gone t' Pot". I tried t' get Molly Eldridge t' come along, seein's how she's always s' perky. But she was nursin' a bad cold an' sounded like a flock o' geese goin' over (honk, honk), so I told her I'd bring back a re-port.
Much's I hate t' say it, that poor woman (th' author) didn't hold a candle t' Molly. She (th' author) just kep' sayin' "Now ya got t' stay alive in yer joy," 'r somethin' like that. Stay alive in yer joy???
What kinda gobbledy gook is that?
Why, even them hippies we had back in th' 70's, THEY said better stuff t' say than that.
This poor soul was all gussied up in a beaded dress looked like she was booked t' sing on a cruise. Most o' th' ladies there was dressed in sensible warm duds, an' boots - 'cause o' the mud, o' course - an' wouldn't ya know it, th' library heat went out again an' I thought that author woman was gonna turn blue from cold. Th' beads on her dress was shakin' an' rattlin' s' loud I had trouble hearin' her!
It amazes me what some people'll pay money t' read. I guess long about this time o' year, though, we'll turn out t' hear just about anybody talk about anything f'r free. An' Nelda Hummer, th' new librarian, did put out a nice spread o' cookies she'd baked, so 'twasn't a total loss.
I got a piece o' news t'day from Pat G down t' Lewiston. Said she'd been in-vited over t' the public radio studio there (MPBN) t' re-cord a couple o' her stories f'r a pilot f'r a new radio show that might be startin' up about storytellin' in Maine 'r some such. If that don't beat all!
She said she'd let us know when it was gonna be on. Said it was gonna have a bunch o' other storytellin' friends o' hers and we'd be tickled t' hear 'em!
Well, I suppose I've run on long enough. I keep thinkin' I'll write here more often - an' then I don't get around to it. So when I do get on, I guess I kinda natter on longer'n I should.
Anyways, it was nice talkin' to ya.
Love,
Stella
Thursday, March 1, 2012
Wintah at last
Stella here.
Well, me an Harvey (mostly me) got t' thinkin'... we ain't written since back a ways.
So happy new year t' all!
An' ain't this some snow we're gettin'!
We got another old laptop from Jeannie, an' so here I am settin' here in th' kitchen typin' away!
It's snowin' t' beat th' band here in Moose Cove!!!
Webb next door's been out in th' plow since th' first flakes hit th' ground. Molly say she ain't seen him this tickled since they got hitched!
She made him go see Harvey's eye doc an' now he's got a pair o' specs look like they c'd see clear t' Saturn... but he ain't knocked over a mailbox since he got 'em, so I guess his plowin' business is gonna stay afloat.
I swabbed out th' refridge this afternoon and put ev'rything that couldn't run away in th' soup kettle. H. said it's th' best first-day soup I ever made.
But he says that most times.
Made a couple loaves o' anadama t' go along, an' didn't th' place smell some good while it was bakin'!
We got plenty o' wood in, so 's long as th' power holds out, we're in fine shape! Come t' think of it, even if th' power does quit, we'll be fine. Only thing I'd be troubled by would be losin' what I'm writin' here ' 'fore I got it sent.
'F any o' you're wonderin'... Moose Cove's all tucked in f'r th' duration. Most folks're gettin' kinda anxious, waitin' f'r th' seed catalogs t' arrive. Oughta be any day now.
Me, I been doodlin' daisies an' such on th' back o' envelopes since January!
I gotta admit, though, I been mighty content just stayin' home most days. Seems like this year I'm just happy takin' it easy after th' holidays.
Molly, she suggested she an' I sign up f'r somethin' t' broaden our ho-rizons. They was offerin' a belly dancin' class down t' th' high school... somethin' they ain't had b'fore. H. got a gander in th' brochure at th' picture o' th' instructor (th' new gym teacher) an' said he'd drive us an' wait there durin' th' class, but I said to him, "Mister Man, I know ex-actly what you're up to, an me an' Molly ain't about t' go shakin' our sterns t' no tambourine! An' you ain't gonna sit around lookin' google-eyed at no 23 year old shakin' hers, neither!" He was kinda outta sorts after that f'r a spell, but he's snapped outta it.
Had a phone call from Pat G. down t' Lewiston. Said she's closin' in on makin' a recordin' o' some o' th' stories she's been tellin' about Harvey an' me! I ain't s' sure she's serious, but she said she'd bring us th' first CD once they come through, so mebbe she's not kiddin'. I still can't imagine why anybody'd want t' hear about us, but she says folks down that way's plum tickled t' hear about doin's here in "th' Cove".
Well, I guess that's about all f'r now. Harvey just come in with a armload o' wood, so I gotta go sweep up th' snow he tracked in.
Talk to ya later.
Love,
Stella
Well, me an Harvey (mostly me) got t' thinkin'... we ain't written since back a ways.
So happy new year t' all!
An' ain't this some snow we're gettin'!
We got another old laptop from Jeannie, an' so here I am settin' here in th' kitchen typin' away!
It's snowin' t' beat th' band here in Moose Cove!!!
Webb next door's been out in th' plow since th' first flakes hit th' ground. Molly say she ain't seen him this tickled since they got hitched!
She made him go see Harvey's eye doc an' now he's got a pair o' specs look like they c'd see clear t' Saturn... but he ain't knocked over a mailbox since he got 'em, so I guess his plowin' business is gonna stay afloat.
I swabbed out th' refridge this afternoon and put ev'rything that couldn't run away in th' soup kettle. H. said it's th' best first-day soup I ever made.
But he says that most times.
Made a couple loaves o' anadama t' go along, an' didn't th' place smell some good while it was bakin'!
We got plenty o' wood in, so 's long as th' power holds out, we're in fine shape! Come t' think of it, even if th' power does quit, we'll be fine. Only thing I'd be troubled by would be losin' what I'm writin' here ' 'fore I got it sent.
'F any o' you're wonderin'... Moose Cove's all tucked in f'r th' duration. Most folks're gettin' kinda anxious, waitin' f'r th' seed catalogs t' arrive. Oughta be any day now.
Me, I been doodlin' daisies an' such on th' back o' envelopes since January!
I gotta admit, though, I been mighty content just stayin' home most days. Seems like this year I'm just happy takin' it easy after th' holidays.
Molly, she suggested she an' I sign up f'r somethin' t' broaden our ho-rizons. They was offerin' a belly dancin' class down t' th' high school... somethin' they ain't had b'fore. H. got a gander in th' brochure at th' picture o' th' instructor (th' new gym teacher) an' said he'd drive us an' wait there durin' th' class, but I said to him, "Mister Man, I know ex-actly what you're up to, an me an' Molly ain't about t' go shakin' our sterns t' no tambourine! An' you ain't gonna sit around lookin' google-eyed at no 23 year old shakin' hers, neither!" He was kinda outta sorts after that f'r a spell, but he's snapped outta it.
Had a phone call from Pat G. down t' Lewiston. Said she's closin' in on makin' a recordin' o' some o' th' stories she's been tellin' about Harvey an' me! I ain't s' sure she's serious, but she said she'd bring us th' first CD once they come through, so mebbe she's not kiddin'. I still can't imagine why anybody'd want t' hear about us, but she says folks down that way's plum tickled t' hear about doin's here in "th' Cove".
Well, I guess that's about all f'r now. Harvey just come in with a armload o' wood, so I gotta go sweep up th' snow he tracked in.
Talk to ya later.
Love,
Stella
Thursday, December 29, 2011
Th' year's windin' down
Stella here.
Well, we made it through th' big Christmas shindig. Still no snow t' speak of, but havin' th' girls an' th' gran'kids here sure made it a nice celebration.
Harvey an' Webb was good about th' eggnog. Nobody had trouble navigatin', even though Webb had said he was gonna spike it some. Guess Molly musta given him a talkin' to b'forehand.
Th' grandkids're gettin' so grown up! (H. says that means they're teeterin' on th' edge o' bein' difficult. I told him 'twouldn't last long an' they'd be just like human bein's again 'fore we know it.)
We all trimmed th' tree t'gether. Them little lobster traps made outta popsicle sticks is still holdin' t'gether - although they been around long enough now they look like they've weathered a bunch o' Nor'easters! Still, I guess they'll outlast me an' H. by some. But th' angel made outta macaroni an' glitter fin'lly bit th' dust; mice musta got inta it. Hope it didn't make 'em too sick... all that shiny stuff!
Maybe somebody'll make a new one f'r next year.
All o' us up here in Moose Cove are wishin' you all a dandy 2012. Here's hopin' it'll be a mite more aff-luent than '11 was. Folks here's gettin' a little tired o' weatherin' tight times - again.
Even so, though, me an' H's got no com-plaints about th' year gone by. We're still kickin' - an' at our age, that's somethin' t' brag about!
We'll see y' next year... in a couple o' days!
Love,
Stella
Well, we made it through th' big Christmas shindig. Still no snow t' speak of, but havin' th' girls an' th' gran'kids here sure made it a nice celebration.
Harvey an' Webb was good about th' eggnog. Nobody had trouble navigatin', even though Webb had said he was gonna spike it some. Guess Molly musta given him a talkin' to b'forehand.
Th' grandkids're gettin' so grown up! (H. says that means they're teeterin' on th' edge o' bein' difficult. I told him 'twouldn't last long an' they'd be just like human bein's again 'fore we know it.)
We all trimmed th' tree t'gether. Them little lobster traps made outta popsicle sticks is still holdin' t'gether - although they been around long enough now they look like they've weathered a bunch o' Nor'easters! Still, I guess they'll outlast me an' H. by some. But th' angel made outta macaroni an' glitter fin'lly bit th' dust; mice musta got inta it. Hope it didn't make 'em too sick... all that shiny stuff!
Maybe somebody'll make a new one f'r next year.
All o' us up here in Moose Cove are wishin' you all a dandy 2012. Here's hopin' it'll be a mite more aff-luent than '11 was. Folks here's gettin' a little tired o' weatherin' tight times - again.
Even so, though, me an' H's got no com-plaints about th' year gone by. We're still kickin' - an' at our age, that's somethin' t' brag about!
We'll see y' next year... in a couple o' days!
Love,
Stella
Tuesday, December 20, 2011
Th' week b'fore Christmas
Stella here.
It's not lookin' a whole lot like Christmas here in Moose Cove... in case there's anybody out there readin' this.
I expect we've about dropped off o' ev'ryone's radar, it's been s' long since I wrote anything. Although I DID try a couple o' weeks ago only we was havin' www difficulties up here an' th' piece I wrote got lost in outer space - or wherever things get lost to on th' internet.
So it's kinda peak'ed in th' snow department. Harvey says he don't mind none, but Webb up th' road's fumin' somethin' fierce cuz he ain't got no work f'r his plow.
Molly (Mrs. Webb) says she's just as glad, as Webb's eyesight ain't none too good these days. She's been tryin' t' get him t' Hravey's eye doc, an' H's been nudgin' him about it, too, sayin' gettin' spec's was th' best thing he (H) ever done. (Although, truth be told, I had one h--- of a time gettin' Mister Man to go get HIS eyes done that first time!)
Th' girls is comin' up Christmas day, Deb with Mr. Deb an' th' kids, an' Jeannie just her own self, as usual. We're lookin' forward t' that, let me tell ya!
I'm gonna try t' write again real soon. But knowin' how life goes, it may not be as soon's I'd like.
So I'll take this minute t' wish anybody out there readin' this (feels kinda like throwin' a message in a bottle out inta th' Atlantic) a happy Christmas an' a happy new year.
Love,
Stella
It's not lookin' a whole lot like Christmas here in Moose Cove... in case there's anybody out there readin' this.
I expect we've about dropped off o' ev'ryone's radar, it's been s' long since I wrote anything. Although I DID try a couple o' weeks ago only we was havin' www difficulties up here an' th' piece I wrote got lost in outer space - or wherever things get lost to on th' internet.
So it's kinda peak'ed in th' snow department. Harvey says he don't mind none, but Webb up th' road's fumin' somethin' fierce cuz he ain't got no work f'r his plow.
Molly (Mrs. Webb) says she's just as glad, as Webb's eyesight ain't none too good these days. She's been tryin' t' get him t' Hravey's eye doc, an' H's been nudgin' him about it, too, sayin' gettin' spec's was th' best thing he (H) ever done. (Although, truth be told, I had one h--- of a time gettin' Mister Man to go get HIS eyes done that first time!)
Th' girls is comin' up Christmas day, Deb with Mr. Deb an' th' kids, an' Jeannie just her own self, as usual. We're lookin' forward t' that, let me tell ya!
I'm gonna try t' write again real soon. But knowin' how life goes, it may not be as soon's I'd like.
So I'll take this minute t' wish anybody out there readin' this (feels kinda like throwin' a message in a bottle out inta th' Atlantic) a happy Christmas an' a happy new year.
Love,
Stella
Saturday, August 13, 2011
Off on a toot
This here's Harvey talkin'.
Stell an' Molly E've gone off on a toot yard salein'.
Too fine a day t' stay indoors they said.
Ain't no tellin' what they'll come back with.
Mebbe I oughta consider addin' on an ell.
Good thing she started th' beans 'fore they left!
H.
Stell an' Molly E've gone off on a toot yard salein'.
Too fine a day t' stay indoors they said.
Ain't no tellin' what they'll come back with.
Mebbe I oughta consider addin' on an ell.
Good thing she started th' beans 'fore they left!
H.
Monday, August 8, 2011
Storytellin'
Stella here.
We had a pile o' rain a bit ago so I'm settin' here at th' Moose Cove library waitin' f'r th' sun t' come out. Thought I'd write somethin' so y' knew I was still here an' hadn't disappeared.
Pat G called up t'other day. She'd just gotten back from that Western Maine Storytellin' Festival in Farmington that she'd been all ex-cited about. Said 'twas a wicked good time an' she wished me an' Harvey'd been able t' go.
Said Harvey woulda liked a fella name o' Jeep Wilcox who done some awful nice poems an' told some fine tales about th' Maine woods up around Rangely.
An' she said she did what she'd told us an' told that story she tells about th' first time I cooked a turkey f'r Harvey f'r Thanksgivin'. I dunno why anybody'd want t' hear such foolishness, but she said folks was tickled.
All th' in-formation about that festival's at www.wmsfestival.org if y' wanta look at it.
I keep tellin' Harvey he oughta go t' some o' them things an' tell a couple o' his stories, but he maintains he'd never get up in front o' folks like that an' make a pure fool o' himself (which is what he's sure he'd do). I told him he didn't need t' get up in front o' folks t' do that... but he knows I was just jokin'.
Things here slowed down some over th' weekend as it seemed all th' tourists here musta headed down t' Rockland t' th' lobstah festival. Only it rained like a son of a gun an' I guess some of 'em musta headed home early.
Moose Cove was thinkin' t' have somethin' like that, only we ain't got no place t' put a crowd that big. We got all we c'n handle with what we got in th' way o' summah folks now!
Oh - here's th' sun comin' out. I'm gonna shut down now an' get goin'.
Talk to y' later.
Love,
Stella
We had a pile o' rain a bit ago so I'm settin' here at th' Moose Cove library waitin' f'r th' sun t' come out. Thought I'd write somethin' so y' knew I was still here an' hadn't disappeared.
Pat G called up t'other day. She'd just gotten back from that Western Maine Storytellin' Festival in Farmington that she'd been all ex-cited about. Said 'twas a wicked good time an' she wished me an' Harvey'd been able t' go.
Said Harvey woulda liked a fella name o' Jeep Wilcox who done some awful nice poems an' told some fine tales about th' Maine woods up around Rangely.
An' she said she did what she'd told us an' told that story she tells about th' first time I cooked a turkey f'r Harvey f'r Thanksgivin'. I dunno why anybody'd want t' hear such foolishness, but she said folks was tickled.
All th' in-formation about that festival's at www.wmsfestival.org if y' wanta look at it.
I keep tellin' Harvey he oughta go t' some o' them things an' tell a couple o' his stories, but he maintains he'd never get up in front o' folks like that an' make a pure fool o' himself (which is what he's sure he'd do). I told him he didn't need t' get up in front o' folks t' do that... but he knows I was just jokin'.
Things here slowed down some over th' weekend as it seemed all th' tourists here musta headed down t' Rockland t' th' lobstah festival. Only it rained like a son of a gun an' I guess some of 'em musta headed home early.
Moose Cove was thinkin' t' have somethin' like that, only we ain't got no place t' put a crowd that big. We got all we c'n handle with what we got in th' way o' summah folks now!
Oh - here's th' sun comin' out. I'm gonna shut down now an' get goin'.
Talk to y' later.
Love,
Stella
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