Maine photos

[bobquasit]

We're back. And here are some photos of our trip to Maine.

The dump at Boothbay Harbor is quite an odd place. There's all sorts of stuff there, and a lot of it is free for the taking. Teri likes to check out the huge bin of catalogs and magazines that they have there. Next to that bin are some memorable cutouts. If you were wondering, the ballons say "Don't" "Go" "There".

I love the bookstore at the library in Boothbay. Why? Well, for one thing, the books on the porch are a dime each - ten for a dollar! And for another, since the porch is out in the open it's basically never closed, unlike the main store inside. But I must admit that the selection isn't always great. In this case, the mystery appears to be the location of the Mystery books.

Sebastian loves the Boothbay Railway Village. It's no Edaville (that is, Edaville as it was when I was a kid), but it is pretty great. Here's the train that we ride on. It's a short loop, about a ten minute ride at most.

Here's the covered bridge towards the end of the loop.

One of the sheds at the museum has several machanized fables; press a button and they move. The Lilliputians in this case look remarkably modern, don't you think? Very Industrial Revolution.

If you were to step out of the mecha-fable shed and look left, you'd see the loop train pulling into the upper station at the crossing, above.

At the top of the loop there's a museum of antique cars. A few of them sit outside the museum, in front of an equally old-fashioned...thing. I'm not sure what it is, to tell you the truth.

When we got home our old cat Sam was waiting patiently for us (as was our less-old cat Baby). I was surprised to see how well Sam looked. He's twenty years old, which is damned old in cat years, and he has been getting somewhat feeble lately. But I'd set up a water fountain for him before we left, and apparently that made it a lot easier to get all the water he needed. He looked several years younger after only a few days of unlimited drinking. He likes fresh running water, you see.

But we did need to take him for a visit to the vet. Across the street from the vet is a mosque. It made a kind of interesting shot, so I took a picture. There was no one around to object.

And that's the story!

Comments

[unquietsoul5.livejournal.com]

The unidentified "thing" is a gas pump, circa 1930s.

Tydol was the brand name of a now obscure gasoline brand/chain in the North East. The company, the Tide Water Oil Company, was based in New York, but had stations throughout New England and the Middle Atlantic States. The company started around 1915 and the Logo on the pump was in use until at least 1936. Ethyl grade gasoline, I believe.

The company was around in the 1920s and merged with another company later in the 1930s. The logo would become a letter 'A' with wings after the merger and be called "Tydol Flying A Gasoline". Later the logo would change in the 1940s to "Tydol Veedol" as the brand name.

Yes, I know that's more than you wanted to know. Hey, it's historical research and involves a subject I have a smattering of knowledge about. My Grandfather on my Mother's Side was a Mechanic for 30+ years, and a Truck Driver for a dozen years before that in the NE. He was a big antque car fan, though not a collector (that took money) and used to take me to some of the car shows when I was in Elementary School.