Trash or Treasure

DSCF3666 To deposit your weekly bag of trash at the Montville transfer station it will cost you $1.50-$2.00/bag depending on size (nobody’s judging) but the experience won’t cost a thing. Upon arrival you will feast your eyes on a cornucopia of all things that once lived else where….several rusty bikes, webless lawn chairs, a washing machine, a bed frame or two and of course the standard green box trailer….doors and windows in tact with potential prime office space! DSCF3662 And you haven’t even made it inside yet! Going through the door into the actual station reveals a display of prized possessions carefully selected out, too valuable to suffer the usual fate of all things deemed “trash”. Aside from the jewel at the top of the page, you can find some sweet license plates and various notes on the wall, pictures and a collection of bottles with questionable contents (solely based on their labels of course)! Eccentricity doesn’t have to be your only saving grace, our guys at the transfer station also have the great sensibility and an eye for usefulness, making sure to nab an assortment of items that a visitor may give new life to. If the cold has kept you in doors all week you can pretty much meet your social quota by just bringing a bag by.

Jeff "Smokey" McKeen

Jeff “Smokey” McKeen

You may meet your neighbor there, get the latest news and happenings from around the town and may even meet someone new. But best of all you get a smile, and perhaps a story from the guys who diligently and efficiently deal with the dirty business of everyone’s trash….and a few choice treasures!

Total experience: Priceless!

Bob Demers- Knight of the transfer station!

Bob Demers- Knight of the transfer station!

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Out and About

Richard, Slugger, Dallas, Jack and Ryan (in front)

Richard, Slugger, Dallas, Jack and Ryan (in front)

On a snowy, cold saturday, we were making the rounds just to see what Montville had to offer up. We came across Richard Peavey and his crew gathered around his office, which doubles as his pickup truck. They were all full of smiles and good humor…it was payday. While Slugger, Dallas and Jack were enduring our inquisitive chattiness, Richard was doling out the payroll. But Richard, worried that he was missing out on our lively conversation, couldn’t help but put his two cents in. The boys (who happened to be standing outside the warm “office”) had to keep reminding him to stay on task and sign their checks. Recognizing the distracting nature of our visit, we continued on a guided tour of the yard letting the friendly office banter fade as we shuffled into Richard’s garage.DSCF3650 Richard employs a number of Montville locals and currently runs 4 trucks from his yard. Richard has a deep-rooted history here in Montville. Afterall, Peaveytown is named for his family. He carries on the Peavey legacy of kindness, integrity, and hard work. This gets passed on to the young men who are working for him….and this….is the way life should be.
Dallas York standing next to his well-kept rig

Dallas York standing next to his well-kept rig

Present that day were three generations of Peaveys, Richard, his son Slugger and grandson Ryan; Montville…the way life is!
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My welome wagon experience

Ben’s post about the welcome wagon has reminded me of my first days in Montville. Arriving here en masse (16 hippies at the top of the hill) made a huge ripple in the fabric of a small rural town. Questions and rumors followed fairly quickly. Our first ‘official’ visit from a town representative came when Third Selectman Leonard Lookner drove up on his motorcycle to introduce himself. Long hair and handle-bar mustache. (Hmm). My favorite memory, however, is my meeting Henry Peavey.
Some of us had moved up from New Hampshire, where our dairy farmer neighbor had been unwilling to sell us milk. With that experience in mind, a couple of us drove down to the Peavey farm on the corner of 220 and the Foy Rd. We stepped into the milk room, and were greeted by a big man with a bigger smile. When we introduced ourselves and asked if he would sell us milk, he looked puzzled. “Of course” was his reply. (Big relief!) We turned to leave, explaining that we had not brought containers or money with us, but would return soon. Instead, Henry went back in the barn and brought out 2 brand new stainless steel gallon containers filled with milk. “That’s O.K.” he said. “Pay me when you see me.” I felt astonished and grateful. More importantly, I felt like I had found home.

Debbi

Warming winter words

I found my thoughts so mired in cold and feeling cold and trying to get warm and… I went in search of some other ways of thinking about January and found some thoughts and smiles to warm me. Here’s a bit of what the internet led me to.
Enjoy – Debbi

“Winter is a time of promise because there is so little to do – or because you can now and then permit yourself the luxury of thinking so.” ~ Stanley Crawford, A Garlic Testament: Seasons on a Small New Mexico Farm, 1992

“The color of springtime is in the flowers; the color of winter is in the imagination.” ~ Terri Guillemets

“Winter is the seasons in which people try to keep the house as warm as it was in the summer, when they complained about the heat.” ~ Author Unknown

“The days are short
The sun a spark
Hung thin between
The dark and dark.”
~John Updike, “January,” A Child’s Calendar, 1965

Welcome To Montville

Sent in from neighbor Ben Hatfield:

In my youth my family moved all over the country. New York to Wisconsin, Wisconsin to Alaska, Massachusetts to Maine. More often than not there would be a welcome wagon, or some sort of community greeting. The gift basket with coupons, a phone book, the dog catcher’s number, and a directory of who did what in town. No, I don’t want to be on this committee, but I have wondered what Montville’s welcome wagon would consist of.

Maybe a visit from the town elders with a basket of goodies from the town. There would be a map of the town, a town report, employment opportunities, and town etiquette.
On the map would be a clear line between South Montville and the rest; North Montville, Montville Center, Halldale Road, Peavytown, and The Kingdom. I also feel that the map would have been drawn up in the 1960’s, so the old dump would be on the map, but crossed out, with an arrow to the transfer station. The Town Office moved. The Grange crossed out, then Community Center penned in and crossed out and then Grange put back in. Also on the map is a clear difference of what is a dirt road and what is paved. Now the new home owner might think that this too is outdated information from the old days, but there are clear arrows of what direction to go in and the speed needed to get to a paved road if your road is ever posted. There is also a color code on the roads. This will tell the new resident approximately when the road will be plowed and how well. The town line is delineated by the snow on the road.
A town report would also be given. It would come with the explanation that we all go to town meeting. Not only do you get to see people from the other side of Route Three once a year, but it’s taxation with representation. With only 1,000 people and with 7,000 acres of Frye Mountain out of the tax base we all need to pay up (and there is no shame in having your name on the delinquent list, we have all been there.) Only the people who show up get to bitch. At town meeting there is a town lunch. You will bring a dish, and put your name on it, or you won’t get it back until the Fire Department yard sale in the summer. Then you will have to pay $1.00 to get it back. On the other hand, the Fire Department has a huge, tough, thankless job, so don’t put your name on the dish, and buy it back to use the next year, because our friends and neighbors who volunteer need all the support that we can give them. Here is also the number to the animal control officer. Remember that it’s for animals out of control. If you see a cat or dog on the side of the road (in control of themselves) it will probably go home on it’s own. In fact as a new resident, you should probably get to know the cats and dogs in town by name, they don’t always obey if you don’t call them by their names. If on the other hand there is a frothing skunk in the yard…… call. Or shoot it then call, your choice.
Field Day is also a must. The shortest parade in Maine. Three tractors, a race car, a few bikes, fire engines, and a goat. The cake off entree is free, the judging costs you. The winner gets a wooden spoon, flowers, cash, and bragging rites. There are kids games, and a lumberjack competition, and chicken barbecue. (Okay, it’s all the same people doing all the same stuff, year after year, please come and help. Save us from ourselves).

There are at least two places of worship in town. One in South Montville and one on Halldale Road. Well okay three, if you count a walk in the woods, with or without a gun.

Employment in town? We ain’t got none. Even the farmers in town go out of town to sell. Dino has the 10-4 but we all know that some of his income comes from Liberty. Sure there are carpenters, plumbers, clerks, teachers, real estate brokers, wood cutters, jewelers, but we are all just a bedroom for money someplace else.

So what do we have? A couple of summer camps, art workshops, auto repair, hunting camp rental, more headstones than live people, more trees than money, and more buildings fall down each year than are built.

So welcome to Montville, the way life is.

In my mind I see the ghosts of Marnie Sewell, Charles Bragdon and Lewis Newell showing up in the dooryard of the new arrival. They would have the basket of papers and goods. The town report, blueberries from Twitchell Hill, seedlings from the greenhouses in town; Produce from all the market farms around; beef, pork, lamb, and eggs from the roadside; and a baggie from the medicinal herb farm.

How The Warmth Of The Sun Changes Everything

January thaw, precious moments of rejuvenation and revival in the
midst of winter’s snowy and frigid plunging temperatures. Amazingly,
the thermometer was reading 54 degrees and I felt my winter guard
letting down, my shoulders relaxing, and I even shed a layer or two.

As the snow melted and the ground softened, I felt compelled to check
out my garden. I smiled as I remembered the bountiful harvest
throughout the summer and fall and the fine array of flowers that
outlined the garden. I am thinking this was one of my best gardens
ever.

I walk over to our newly constructed greenhouse, nearly finished but
still needing some attention before spring. The warm day was a great
opportunity to finish insulating the foundation and prepping the beds.
Surprisingly, the soil was soft enough to turn over with a hoe. Even
my compost pile had defrosted enough to break up into clumps and I
could shovel the rich black soil onto the new beds. What a treat to
have my hands working the soil in mid January. I imagine the
greenhouse filled with early spring veggies and I am smiling again.

The thaw is such a tease, I know the warmer months are still some time
away. But for today, I was appreciative to just have one spring day
in January.
Cathy Roberts

Pond Hockey

Marshall boys
Sent in from neighbor Victoria Marshall…….
Here’s a shot of the Marshall brothers at the base of Frye Mtn. They shoveled off this beaver pond and created the perfect hockey rink for some friendly competition! Pure heaven for a 5 and 8 year old!