After spending the night in Waterville, Maine we headed to Portland. It was too cold and windy to meander around so we went to the Portland Museum of Art which was lovely.
Good-bye to Portland and onward to Kennebunkport where meandering was a little warmer and less windy. First stop was a coffee shop where we had tea and shared a delicious piece of blueberry crumb cake. Kennebunkport is quaint and sweet, lots of nice little shops to poke around in should you be so inclined.
Leaving there we headed back to Ogunquit for our last night in Maine. We stayed this time at the gorgeous Gorges Grant Inn. The room was lovely and our decision to have breakfast in their restaurant ‘Raspberries’ was a smart one. Yum.
After a good night’s rest it was time to say good-bye to Maine and head home to New Jersey. But wait… who said we had to go directly home, how about a stop in…. Salem, Massachusetts. Woooooooooo.
First stop… the Salem Witch Museum which I found very interesting (and not scary at all) 🙂 Second stop… Jolie Tea Company. The little cafe was a gem of a find, the tea was excellent as were the pastries… the staff was friendly and informative, we really enjoyed our short time there. Did bring home some tea and also ordered more from them.
This trip was all I hoped for and more thanks to my daughter Deb ❤
My daughter Deb and I made a recent pilgrimage to Maine, not only to enjoy the beauty and crisp autumn weather but to visit the graves of our relatives.
Our first night was spent in Ogunquit at the beautiful Colonial Inn.
You cannot go to Maine, or Ogunquit and not do these two things… have lobster roll and maybe blueberry pie too, which we did at Barnacle Billy’s. Yum.
…and walk on Marginal Way and down on the beach.
One of the main reasons for our trip was to visit this tiny little cemetery in Rome, Maine where my great-grandfather Joseph P Littlefield, my great-grandmother Martha Jane Ellis and their 3 oldest children (they had 8), Margaret, Adison and Atwood are buried.
My great grandfather Joseph P Littlefield was injured in the Civil War at the Battle of Cold Harbor, he was sent home to Maine to die, which he did, not only of his massive injuries but also of typhoidal pneumonia. His wife and the 3 oldest of his 8 children died within months of him from it as well leaving my grandfather Charles G Littlefield at age 9 the oldest of the five remaining children. A tragic story and once we learned about it felt compelled to find their graves and honor them. Their small plot is off the beaten track in Rome, Maine but Deb found it and we traipsed through the brush to get to it. Worth the trip indeed. This was very emotional in that Joseph, Martha Jane, Margaret, Adison and Atwood have become very real to us and we feel very close to them. We weren’t able to bring them flowers but left 5 pennies to indicate we were there and remembering them.
That’s Deb’s car parked on the side of the road by the telephone sub station box, the path to the cemetery is where the flag is.
From Rome, Maine we headed to Waterville, Maine where my mother was born and where my above mentioned grandfather, Charles G Littlefield is buried in the Pine Grove Cemetery. Although my grandmother’s name, Albra Mae Littlefield is on the stone she is actually buried on Martha’s Vineyard with her third husband.
Also in this plot is my mother’s sister Tessa Mae Littlefield Robertson Poulin, her husband Joseph Ezra Poulin, one of their daughers, Helen Brown and her husband Laurence Brown.
Thus ends our first full day in Maine and our cemetery visits.
‘O’ is for Orange…
and since I love pumpkins which are also Orange…
I’m doing ‘photo a day’ weekly instead of daily. Here’s the challenge for the week of July 8 – 14.
8– River 9– Ice tea 10-Cherries 11– Park 12– Start with “D” (dock) 13– Flowers in Pots
14– Picnic (my version). 🙂