It is amazing how the Lord puts us where we can bloom where we are planted. My wife Peggy and I took our brief vacation in 1984 driving to Maine. We had vacationed in Maine for a number of years Booth Bay Harbor was our favorite. We were going to Bar Harbor on this trip with the possibility of stopping in Blue Hill to visit with Noel. When we drove into town, we were impressed with the beauty of the town but also the beauty of all of the people we met. We did get to visit with Noel, also to meet Elaine Sutherland. When Peggy and I were faced with relocation in 1978, we had no idea where we would live. I had accepted a job based in NYC, we searched diligently for a place to live which would be a community suited to our razing of our two children and also be affordable. As we worked our way outside of NYC, we drove, by accident into Hackettstown New Jersey. It struck us both at the same time, this is where we belong. We did, and our family flourished for 19 years there. We still have dear friends who will be in our lives and our hearts for a lifetime. Home is where the heart is and where we bloom for all to see. Dave Anderson
Lovely article, Jeanne. I too have been inspired by the magic of Blue Hill, returning over the years, but not as often as I'd like. I enjoyed many hours with Noel and Stu Davis recording The Sandman and my songs for Captain Kangaroo, even house sitting Noel and Betty one winter. Not my favorite time of the year. I especially love the lupine and fire-fly season. Fields of both. Now, that's magic.
Blue Hill is proof that a Muse can be something other than a person ,indeed ! staying in the small cottage ,hearing the birch trees crackle in the bracing Maine morning (along with my body crackling) is inspiring! I can't imagine anyone who was lucky enough to pass thru not to leave with the same person.
I still have my BLUE HILL sweat shirt that no longer fits me. I have no plans to give it away ! It embodies more than a name.
I spent many wonderful days in Blue Hill- my Mom grew up there and my grandparents had a home on Green’s Hill. The bay is so serene, the shore is rough- the town is quaint with its ice cream counter inside the pharmacy and lovely traditions of church suppers and music. So much history and warm memories!
Since moving to Lamoine up the coast two years ago, after decades in the Hudson Valley, we’ve found ourselves headed to Blue Hill with rising frequency for the musical community hubbed at Bagaduce Music and Dollys Coffeehouse and the Co-op. Here’s a song that was honed through a workshop at Bagaduce! https://revkin.substack.com/p/wake-me-up-martha-a-song-seeking So glad you’ve helped make it such a fine community.
hey andy! cute song. fully agree that we gotta get back into 'real life' (then why the hell did i put that in quotes?!) and look forward to the next time we might stumbl across each other at the co-op!
It is amazing how the Lord puts us where we can bloom where we are planted. My wife Peggy and I took our brief vacation in 1984 driving to Maine. We had vacationed in Maine for a number of years Booth Bay Harbor was our favorite. We were going to Bar Harbor on this trip with the possibility of stopping in Blue Hill to visit with Noel. When we drove into town, we were impressed with the beauty of the town but also the beauty of all of the people we met. We did get to visit with Noel, also to meet Elaine Sutherland. When Peggy and I were faced with relocation in 1978, we had no idea where we would live. I had accepted a job based in NYC, we searched diligently for a place to live which would be a community suited to our razing of our two children and also be affordable. As we worked our way outside of NYC, we drove, by accident into Hackettstown New Jersey. It struck us both at the same time, this is where we belong. We did, and our family flourished for 19 years there. We still have dear friends who will be in our lives and our hearts for a lifetime. Home is where the heart is and where we bloom for all to see. Dave Anderson
Lovely article, Jeanne. I too have been inspired by the magic of Blue Hill, returning over the years, but not as often as I'd like. I enjoyed many hours with Noel and Stu Davis recording The Sandman and my songs for Captain Kangaroo, even house sitting Noel and Betty one winter. Not my favorite time of the year. I especially love the lupine and fire-fly season. Fields of both. Now, that's magic.
sorry the sentence should read "was lucky enough to pass thru ,to leave as the same person".
Blue Hill is proof that a Muse can be something other than a person ,indeed ! staying in the small cottage ,hearing the birch trees crackle in the bracing Maine morning (along with my body crackling) is inspiring! I can't imagine anyone who was lucky enough to pass thru not to leave with the same person.
I still have my BLUE HILL sweat shirt that no longer fits me. I have no plans to give it away ! It embodies more than a name.
Always wanted to stay in Blue Hill while exploring Arcadia. Probably not going to get there. I've enjoyed your excerpts.
I spent many wonderful days in Blue Hill- my Mom grew up there and my grandparents had a home on Green’s Hill. The bay is so serene, the shore is rough- the town is quaint with its ice cream counter inside the pharmacy and lovely traditions of church suppers and music. So much history and warm memories!
Wonderful piece on Noel and his family and the place they choose to call their home.
What a wonderful description of Blue Hill! Makes me wish that I could live there!
I agree with Rob that Blue Hill is in a "spiritual vortex." I loved living there for many reasons--too many to list.
Since moving to Lamoine up the coast two years ago, after decades in the Hudson Valley, we’ve found ourselves headed to Blue Hill with rising frequency for the musical community hubbed at Bagaduce Music and Dollys Coffeehouse and the Co-op. Here’s a song that was honed through a workshop at Bagaduce! https://revkin.substack.com/p/wake-me-up-martha-a-song-seeking So glad you’ve helped make it such a fine community.
hey andy! cute song. fully agree that we gotta get back into 'real life' (then why the hell did i put that in quotes?!) and look forward to the next time we might stumbl across each other at the co-op!