Meet Bill and Jenny Holloway.
So, it is 25th of July. The Holloways are planning a small gathering tonight for Paul. Sister, Beth and her family should be coming. A good neighbor and friend of Beth's will be there. Paul invited a couple of friends from when he was a kid.
We got up and wanted to go to church. Con suggested the Navy chapel. Jenny suggested a church in Brunswick, Main Street Baptist. We decided on the latter. Actually, God probably was trying to help us. You see, when we got there, the first person we met was the Navy Chaplain from the base. Apparently, the base is closing, the pastor for Main Street Baptist was on a vacation, and the Navy Chaplain was filling in and bringing his entire congregation. If we had gone to the base, we would have missed them. Service was good, the chaplain had a good message on Christ's resurrection. What I noticed was that we were greeted, or welcomed by about ¼ of the people there. They all stopped to say Hi.
We got out of church and went across the road. It was the hospital where Phil was born. We got a picture of the hospital and another of the church before leaving. It was a blast from the past.
When we got back to the Holloway house, I had to get some pictures of the house. So I went out front to take some pictures. The house is literally on the side of the hill that faces the Androscoggin River. Itself is on a hill compared to the river. On the opposite side of the road, there is the river. There are two bridges that cross very close to Holloways, the swinging foot bridge and the "Black Bridge."
The Black Bridge got its name from an old Sequoian Indian chief by the same name. This bridge sits directly below the railroad bridge that spans the river. Since the chief was objectionable to the coming of the Iron Horse, he took the name of Black Hater. Ergo, the Black bridge. Now, if you believe what I just said, I can sell that same bridge to you for a very smart sum. You can make your first million by charging crossing fees.
The foot bridge is a walking bridge. It might swing still today, but I am too scared to cross it. A few years ago, they needed funds to fix and repair. A fund raising effort was put into place. We got a picture of the stone that Jenny and Bill got for their contribution.
The picnic was great. What I was really impressed with was the love that the kids had for Bill and Jenny. It was obvious in everything they tried to do for them. And it was returned. Bill made sure that the corn shucks were kept for the horses. Candy was in the M&M dish. Beth had to take a couple of hamburgers that weren't cooked. Oh, she had to take the buns too. Bill and Jenny are very generous, and not just with food.
Paul is very proud of what he has done out west. He supplies electricity to his house by siphoning water from three springs into a pipe with a turbine that generates the electricity. All his extra power goes into a hot tub and the water is constantly hot.
We ended the day talking about old memories and swapping stories. A great day, all told. But tomorrow, we'll be off to Manchester again.
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