|Me in front of lobster traps on the pier.|
If not for the Dressing a Colonial Lady event by the Old Berwick
Historical Society I doubt that I would have even thought of exploring a Maine coastal area in the dead of winter. It's just not something you do. Although Maine in the summer is blossoming with tourists and many attractions, most places are shut up tight from October until June. But the peculiar timing of our trip did provide an interesting perspective of the quiet trails and pretty shores of the state which was once part of the Commonwealth of Massachusetts.
To see information on the photos please click here.
You may also enlarge for full screen viewing and click in the upper right corner
for the historical information about these places.
Much anticipated was our next stomping ground - the town of Eliot, ME, once part of Kittery and originally called Sturgeon Creek of Pisquataqua Plantation. This was the place that my ancestors Nicholas and son Charles Frost came to in 1636. I have a great interest in Charles as he was a very significant member of this early settlement in the Province of Maine. He was Major and Commander-in-Chief of the Maine militia, a judge of the common pleas court, justice of the peace, and more. This Charles Frost is the father of my ninth great-grandmother, Lydia, whose tale I would like to tell someday, including her perspective of her father's great feats. Poets Robert Frost and John Whittier Greenleaf both mentioned this ancestor of theirs in their writing as well.
Maj. Charles Frost and the Indians held a great rivalry through the years commencing when his mother and sister were taken captive and murdered. He was 16 years old at the time and killed two Indians including a chief in the battle to rescue them. There were many more encounters with his enemy through the years, and he became known as the Great Indian Fighter. He was hated by the Indians for the capture of some of them which resulted in their being sold into slavery in Barbados. On July 4, 1697, 47 years later to the day, the Indians got their final revenge when they ambushed him while he was on his way home from church with his family and others. The place of his murder is marked at "Ambush Rock". I really wanted to see this place, get a sense of where my ancestors lived, and to find the historic marker. But, being Maine in February it was completely covered in snow.
Next we proceeded to S. Berwick where the presentation was held. We'll have to wait until spring for our next field trip to learn about the Jewett family of S. Berwick, as in Maine author Sarah Orne Jewett whose grandfather is a shared ancestor. The beautiful family homes are open to the public, but, lo, not in the winter.
After all of our gallivanting around, our excursion brought us to Fogarty's Restaurant for lobster before we proceeded to our evening event which was the perfect ending to our day. Oh! Almost forgot to mention the cheesecake for dessert!
Thanks for reading this lengthy post, half the fun is in the sharing!