Technically Speaking

Technically speaking, I am not an OldMainer as my blog would have you believe.  Yes, I am old, and yes, I live in Maine.  But I am not from here.  Nope, I am from Massachusetts, or, as the natives would say, I am and always will be “from away”.  But the name OldMassachusettsian just didn’t have a nice ring to it, nor did OldManfromaway.

Although I have assumed some poetic license in my claim, it is not altogether false.  There is a case to be made that everyone, yes everyone up here is from Massachusetts.  History will reveal that it wasn’t until 1820 that Maine decided to no longer remain a district of the Commonwealth of Massachusetts and on April 15 of that year, under the Missouri Compromise, became the 23rd state.  Now admittedly, I missed that milestone by a couple of years, but my mother’s ancestors, at least some of them, didn’t.  I have found several that claimed Maine citizenship back in the 1850’s.  It wasn’t until my great grandfather, Leonard Walker Dickinson, a carriage painter, decided to move south in the early 1900’s that he became a transplant to Massachusetts.  But, in keeping with his roots, he can be credited with marrying a girl from Maine.

So, where does this leave me?  Well, given the pride and stubbornness of the “real Mainers” I am still “from away”.  I on the other hand, hold that I am a Mainer by heritage, if not by birth.  The problem is, no one cares.  If asked “where areya from” of course I have to answer Massachusetts.  I have never been asked, “where areya people from?”  I have already been cataloged.

All this reminds me of a story I heard once that I turned into a poem. It goes like this:

Louie Ledoux

Up in Maine lived an old Frenchman
His name Louie Ledoux
Born and lived there all his life
A Mainer through and through

One day Louie heard a knock
Upon his cabin door
He opened it to find two men
He’d never seen before

Louie, one said, I’ve got some news
I’m afraid it isn’t good
But when they drew state boundaries
They weren’t put where they should

It seems they drew them too far south
About two hundred feet
They should be back up north of here
Where Maine/New Hampshire meet

So I’ve got to tell you
When the lines we do resight
You’ll no longer be a Mainer
But a New Hampshireite

Louie thought a while then said
I guess that’s not so bad”
When you think of all the wicked bad
Winters Maine has had

It could be a good thing
Now that I’m getting old
I hear that in New Hampshire
The winters aren’t as cold

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 poormanspoet.wordpress.com 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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4 Responses to Technically Speaking

  1. George says:

    Lol….I love that!
    So now matter how long you live there you will always be from away because you were. It born in Maine. You don’t need a green card do you?😊

    Like

  2. quiall says:

    hahaha Loved it!

    Like

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