Yesterday (Saturday) morning we got up early and scooted across the border again to Lubec for the Farmers Market. For 2 1/2 hours Curt (on washtub bass) and I (on vocals, guitar and mandolin) joined the local guys at their Farmers Market gig, playing and singing every song we could remember (and a few that we couldn't, really). We had such a terrific time! I have no photos, because we were too busy making music to take pictures, But it looked much the same as the photos last Saturday, except with a few more people. Here's one shot of me with Shanna Wheelock, a local potter and fiber artist. She and several other vendors were so generous, sharing their goods with me as a thank you gesture for providing music.
Check out Shanna's website at www.cobscookpottery.com.
It was pretty warm by this time, so we headed back to camp in Canada for some rest in the shade. And then BACK to Maine again to meet our friends Lynne and Larry (Lynne, you might remember, is the pastor of the Congregational Church in Lubec) to go to a once-a-month dinner held at the Lubec United Methodist Church. We've never seen anything like this! It's such a well known event that people come from all the little towns nearby. The dinner was to start at 5:00. By 4:30 the parking lot was totally full, and the four of us got the last four places available. So we visited with people nearby until the blessing was asked and the food began arriving. Church members had been cooking for two days for this affair. We were all seated at long tables, and the servers began bringing food, starting with salads and bread. You just took what you wanted of whatever came your way and passed it on. When our plates were loaded with salads, here came the casseroles. Now this was the tricky part. If you wanted any of the delicious looking casseroles coming by, then you had to make room on your plate. So catch a quick bite here and there and spoon a little something into the space on your plate, then quickly take another bite before the next casserole comes down the line. We're quick learners...it didn't take long for us to realize that the secret was SMALL portions. Even with that, we tasted more different kinds of food than we ever have at a single sitting before. Good Yankee dishes, like Boston brown bread, several varieties of beans, scalloped clam casserole, scalloped corn, and something delicious called Texas Hash that I never saw in Texas.
There were probably 130 people there for the first seating...but then a couple dozen more waited and were served after a table was cleared. One man nearby declared to me, "There are lots of different church suppers around here, but this is the one you don't want to miss!" I think this entire section of rural Maine shares his sentiments.
After dinner and crossing the border into Canada yet again, we realized it was only 6:30 p.m. We felt like we had been eating for hours!
But we did make a happy discovery. When we stopped at Jocie's Porch, the local coffee shop, to check our mail, I noticed that my iPad showed that I had some cell service. Quickly I ran to the truck to get my cell phone, which had been stashed away since we haven't had cell phone service for weeks...and saw a glorious sight: 4 bars indicating GOOD cell coverage! We immediately called all 4 of our kids. It was so great to touch base with them, after such a long time without hearing their voices. All is well with all of them in Bioise.
it turns out that on clear days, from Jocie's Porch we can pick up the cellular signal from Eastport across the bay (the place we took the ferry to on Friday). The reason we hadn't picked it up before is that many of our first days here were foggy and/or rainy. We're thrilled with our new discovery!
This morning, Sunday, we once again trekked to Lubec for church. Curt and I joined Pastor Lynne, and Laurel, the pianist/organist, and provided music for the Sunday service. It brought back wonderful memories of my music ministry days in Kerrville, in the not-too-distant past. How I love sharing God's love in song!
After lunch, Curt dropped me off for the blues guitar workshop taught by Frank Fotusky, our performer from Friday night. I really enjoyed it, and learned some new theory and technique. But as with anything else, one 2-hour class doth not an expert make. The real progress comes later, in practicing for hours and hours.
This evening as we made another border crossing to come back to camp, one of our favorite American guards said, "I see more of you two than I do my wife!" It's true...we have gone back and forth a lot the past few days. Tomorrow we're looking forward to logging some time in camp. We need to do some rearranging and organizing for the next leg of our trip. Wednesday is when we think we'll leave to head a little deeper into Canada. We'd like to visit Nova Scotia and Prince Edward Island. So it's time to pull out some of our warmer clothes, and pack a few things away that we haven't used much. AND just lounge a bit. Maybe practice some blues guitar. Read. Knit. I could get into that!!!
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