Thursday, August 01, 2013
I don't know what my road was called before it was Rte109 and then Old 109. I do know that it has been a main drag in this part of southern Maine for a couple of hundred years anyway. The image above was taken from my lower driveway sometime around 1920. The view, an overlook of the bustling downtown 500 yards west of me. The church on the hill is still there. The white house is too. What is not still here is the house the dirt driveway on the right lead to. It burned in the early 1950s and the barn was disassembled and moved down South Berwick way where it sits tall and proud today.
109 is a fine road. By Maine standards, it is almost a super highway. Has a shoulder and lines painted on it. The state fixes it up more often than some other roads in the area.
I had a point before I began this post about a country road in southern Maine. And damned if I didn't let myself forget what that point was. Maybe it was how roads endure, even if we move them, destroy them, or forget them. They will always lead us where we want, need, hate .....to go.
Keep it 'tween the ditches................................................