My first recollection of the Maine vacation was that it was one of our first big
ones. Our vacations had been limited on the resources that dad could save from
all his extra jobs. (A couple of times, he didn't tell mom that his job had been
eliminated until he got home from vacation.) He always felt a man needed to get
away for even a couple of days each year to renew his energy. ed. note. I feel
his children have done a pretty fair job to living up to that standard.
My memories of Maine are a couple.
Dad and I were at the campsite office and had a big laugh. A couple had come up
from Virginia and forgot their tent. Did they rent tents at the campsite. Dad
and I knew this could never happen to a Flaherty.
Second memory was a learning experience for Mike, Denny and Pat. It is called
Maine tides. We rented a rowboat and were having a good time till we noticed the
boat was going slower and slower. Pretty soon we were stuck in the mud.
I remember Dad trying out the water at Hermits Island. I think we all dipped our
toes in that cold cold water. Swimming we forgot that time. Our campsite was
picked out late at night. We ended up being close to the outhouse /sewer
discharge area. We changed sites the next day.
I'm a little foggy on how we got to Maine, if we took the New York Thruway, etc.
We might have stopped in Boston on the way up or back.
Love, Pat
