Today would have been Mom's 89th birthday. Seventy-one years ago she graduated from the Mattanawcook Academy. The academy was founded in 1847 as Lincoln High School. The name was changed to Mattanawcook Academy in 1850. Today it is part of Regional School Unit No. 67, which includes Mattanawcook Junior High School, and Ella P. Burr Elementary School.
Here are some facts and other tidbits about her home town.
Lincoln was a small town with a population (according to the 1940 census) of 3,653, and the major business in the area centered around sawmills along the Penobscot River and the pulp and paper mill. Mom's younger brother worked for a while in the paper mill, and if you have ever smelled a paper mill in production, it is not a scent you will forget.
As of the 2010 census, Lincoln had a population of 5,085 and having increased less than 1,500 in 70 years, it is still a small town.
Every area has their signature food, and a favorite of mine is the New England staple...Bean Hole Beans. These are absolutely a treat. First dig a big hole and build a fire. Then take a cast iron pot with a lid (I have one of these), fill with beans, salt pork (or bacon), onions, dry mustard and molasses. Bury the pot in the pit of coals and wait...8-10 hours later you will have a delicious pot of beans. I remember Mom telling me about eating bean hole bean sandwiches for breakfast.
Above and beyond the bean hole beans, the food that brings me a
|These are from the Sea Hag in Florida.|
Along with the good comes the not-so-good. Black Flies. If you live or have visited in the northern states in the summer, you know about Black Flies. They bite, but even more irritating to me is the swarming around your face. They are tiny, a 16th of an inch or less, and they can get in your eyes, so you are constantly swatting them away.
While doing research for this post, I found a list of residents buried at the South Lincoln Maine Cemetery, also known as the Mohawk Cemetery. A number of my relatives are buried there, including my grandparents, great grandparents and uncles. There is an old wrought iron fence around the cemetery, and at the gate there is (or was) a water spigot for visitors to get water for the flowers.
There is a lot more to the State of Maine and the Town of Lincoln, but these are a few of the things with which I have a personal connection. For anyone interested, there is more information at their web site Welcome to Lincoln.
I miss thee, my Mother! Thy image is still
The deepest impressed on my heart.
- Eliza Cook
Happy Birthday, Mom!
Links to pictures and more info are in bold.