When I first met Maizie, she was about eight years old.  Just a wisp of a thing.  I quiet girl who, devoid of any siblings, was accustomed to playing by herself.  

Maizies parents were one step from homeless.  They moved around a lot, drifting from town to town, and job to job.  Her step dad did not have many skills, so work was kind of hard to come by, and given his attraction to the bottle, even harder to keep.  Truth was, he was between jobs far more frequently then he was working.  So Maizie’s life had been kind of tough on a girl her age.  They weren’t in one place long enough for her to have any friends, and she missed a lot of school.  Further, being an only child living in an adult world, she spent a lot of time on the sidelines, excluded from the attention…

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About oldmainer

I am a retired manager living in Southern Maine and a would be writer of poetry, narratives, short stories, and random opinions, and that's how Oldmainer was born. Recently, I decided to try an experiment. I added photography to the mix, using only a cheap cell phone with a limited camera and the editing software that came with it, and added the blog site Inklings at to showcase the results. So, feel free to use whatever you find interesting or worthy, but please honor the terms of my copyright when and if you do. They may not be much, but they are still a piece of me. I appreciate your checking me out and hope that you find something that will encourage a return visit. Thanks for stopping by.
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