Life in New England

New England teases us with history, landscape, and weather then grips our imagination -M. Taggart

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Gill/Turners Falls, MA. Travel North on the Connecticut River just a few miles and you’ll find you’re in New Hampshire on one side, and Vermont on the other. In the middle of the river, it’s up to you. (photo credit mapio.net)

 

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UMASS campus. Amherst, Massachusetts. I know a number of my friends have witnessed the wind that whips by the library in the winter. (photo credit google images/hercampus.com)
Portland ME Harbor (visitmaine)
Portland Harbor, Maine. Portland is quickly becoming a destination. It’s rustic New England docks are being mixed with Brew Pubs and diversity. Go there and possibly take a harbor cruise all the way to Nova Scotia. (photo credit google images/visitmaine) 

 

 

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Green River Bridge. Greenfield, MA. This covered bridge was all but destroyed by flooding during Hurricane Irene. This road is one of many leading to the hills of Western, MA. (photo credit google images/charlie kellogg)

 

Clydes's Cider Mill
Clyde’s Cider Mill located in Stonington, CT. Sept 1st brings the opening of the Cider Mill. Little known gem- just to the left and down toward the back entrance of the basement is a whiskey/cider distillery. They allow you to sample and purchase half and full gallons. A great hot toddy for September evenings on the porch in New England.  (photo credit/westerly sun)

 

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Misquamicut Beach Westerly, RI. Among the most southern portions of New England. It’s difficult to explain to people how Hurricane Sandy created the ocean to rise and swallow the beach front property. The ocean redeposited the sand dunes onto Atlantic Avenue. The hurricane literally changed the face of the beach.(photo credit Bill Van Siclen/ProvidenceJournal)

 

Appalachian Trail
100 mile wilderness, Appalachian Trail, Maine. So..you’d like to hike the 100 mile wilderness? This is truly Up-Maine and is strikingly beautiful- The Gateway to the North. A warning though is this: some who hike the 100 mile wilderness are never seen again. (photo credit youtube/will wood)

 

Thank you for reading and Cheers!

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About the author: When asked where he is from, Matt has replied, ‘I’m from mud.’ Matt grew up in the farmlands of Western, MA. He’s lived in numerous locations within New England. -Read on. It’s good for the brain.

A Pub Walk – New England Pubs

I enjoy pubs. I enjoy reading. I combined them and learned I am addicted to reading while at pubs. Listening to the drone of public speak, mixed with arguments or laughter, I’ve found a gem of solitude and happiness. I have even met great friends.

In New England we have a number of hidden pubs. When asked how to get to one of these gems, some might answer, ‘You can’t get there from here.’

First, The Book Mill. Seated on the bank of a river in Montague, MA. Before this converted mill housed a pub (The Lady Killigrew Cafe), my brother and I would walk this river and watch our father fish for trout. Get there early and grab a seat overlooking the river. Outside seating overlooking moving water stirs imagination. Go here. They have good beer and oddly enough good rice. There’s even a bookstore next door.

Outside Brew

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Next up- The BridgeSide Grill, Sunderland, MA. Ah, Yes! I cannot write this without mentioning some good friends. I would embarrassingly stay at this cozy family friendly hide-away until closing time. At times I would help them vacuum. These were my bachelor days and the owner and staff were incredibly kind to me. They never kicked me out while I read and drank their beer and held up a seat for hours. In fact, I miss doing that to them. I lived close by. I walked there. And I would walk home. The BridgeSide Grille has a nook style bar and outside patio. I once was able to talk the owner’s son into selling a piece of art work he’d created. His painting was once hung on the wall of the bar. I really should give that back. When visiting BridgeSide be sure to also drive to the top of Mount Sugarloaf. BridgeSide Grille is located just on the over side of the bridge.

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And moving on- Rhode Island has many pubs. One of which is The Twisted Vine in Westerly, RI.. Along with a great name, Pat and her employees were amazing to Megan during her pregnancy. The Twisted Vine has a NYC feel with the comfort of New England. Exposed Brick, properly lighted, with wood floors and a fire place- you cannot go wrong enjoying a drink here. Especially in the winter. Seat yourself in one of the high back leather chairs near the fireplace and enjoy a cocktail named after a famous author, such as my favorite, Ernest Hemingway. Just before Christmas I once walked into The Twisted Vine to find a Christmas party ongoing. It was packed. There wasn’t one seat left at the bar. Everyone was dressed very well. I was wearing a hoodie, blue jeans, and boots. I was even wearing my beat up Boston Red Sox hat. In my right hand was a book. I turned to leave. While walking toward the door, someone grabbed my elbow and said, ‘Where do you think you’re going?’ Pat, the owner, had observed me leaving. She wasn’t about to let me feel out of place. And it worked. She placed my butt in a seat and told me to enjoy and read. And I did.

I took the picture of The Twisted Vine’s floor just after Pat had them sanded and urethaned. Pat had seen me walking down the street and waved me in to have a look.

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And instead of my sub par photography I’ll post a picture that shows how gorgeous The Twisted Vine is.

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And lastly, simply because I’m running out of time to write, The Haversham. Also in Westerly, RI. Within The Haversham you’ll find a large sports pub. You literally can’t get there from one side of the road. You must first fight the Rhode Island road system before being able to enjoy one of the best sports pubs in the area. And when you do, ask for Shane. That man you will not forget. He may, or may not, be slightly crazy. Which I consider to be a word of wisdom and I’m flattered when I’m given the compliment.

It’s simple- if you want to watch a Patriots game and shout at the top of your lungs while drinking beer, this is where you need to be. You will have a rowdy good time. I’ve taken too many pictures of myself cheersing a new friend while at the Haversham. I’ve read numerous books and talked at length about authors, town happenings, and even politics and religion.

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And slightly crazy Shane. The beach is just down the road.

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I use the term ‘Pub’ loosely in this article. Each establishment I’ve written about has it’s own brand. I call them ‘Pubs’ because I hold that word close to my heart. To me, it’s an expression. A compliment. When I ask a friend if they’d like to go to a Pub it is because I would like to create a memory over a pint. I would like to charge forward and dive into a conversation that might never be forgotten. I want to cheers to them and to the moment and take a long pull just as Hemingway may have done.  And remember- Don’t ask permission to live your life. Live and be well doing it.

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Cheers.

 

The Road Not Taken – Robert Frost

The Road Not Taken

Robert Frost, 1874 – 1963

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I–
I took the ones less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
-Robert Frost

While driving back roads in New England I often think of the second to last line, ‘I took the one less traveled by,’ and smile as I turn down a dirt road I do not know. And now, with Gavin and Megan, we are getting to know the back roads of Maine. We’ve just begun and my heart sings to learn where every one of them go.
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Odd Walking Thoughts – Fading Footprints

We were walking and it was very cold.  You told me ‘It’s too much and we need not walk further.’  I said ‘If we stop we’ll freeze and die’. You were always the one to know. What did you know this time?  Then, I asked, ‘If my footprints were fading, along the path where we were to be saved, would you let us in?’ To which you replied ‘ I’d ask you to remember, please, what lead you to the place you now stood.’ -M. Taggart

Odd Walking Thoughts – Tree Face

We were walking along stone steps.  Slowly, they were layered with ice. It was awkward because I was told you weren’t real.  We passed a large tree, while walking on these steps.  This tree had a face.  The tree decided to talk and asked us this, “When I’m gone will you know, what you think you know?” We weren’t sure how to answer because we’d never seen a tree with a face that could speak. We did our best by replying, “I’ll know what I can.” The face in the tree became upset- it said “Then you’ve already forgotten.” -M Taggart