Part 4:
Maine’s allure to a man from Texas
REMEMBER WHEN
by Guy Woodworth
After we got home from the Logging Museum, Bill and I sat over coffee as I listened to him tell me how much he didn’t know about the “wilder” states in the USA. By wilder he meant the more rural states. See, he has lived all of his life growing up and residing as an adult in the larger cities.
We went to bed shortly after and the next morning I took Bill to Mars Hill to meet, what I would have to say is, my very best friend and the husband of my wife’s cousin. Asa worked for a prominent farmer in the Mars Hill area at the time.
We found him spraying one of the fields with insecticide. When he saw us there he drove over and I introduced him to Bill and he promptly asked him if he would like to ride a trip on the tractor with him while he told Bill of some of my “secrets”. Being my “little” brother, Bill readily accepted.
The real thrill for little brother was when on the return trip down the field, Asa let him drive the tractor. Let me tell you, I didn’t hear the end of that and from time to time when I talk to my brother he still relates his appreciation of that to me.
Sad to say, though, I had to put my brother on a plane bound for Dallas the next day. Doing that I felt as if someone had cut off my right hand. As I talked to my wife about that feeling, she said to me, “That is just the good Lord letting you know that your brother is for real and not your imagination.”
I hope that these parts of this story have triggered a memory or two in someone else’s life. After all, when we get to a certain age sometimes all we can do is “Remember When …”
Guy Woodworth of Presque Isle is a 1973 graduate of Presque Isle High School and a four-year Navy veteran. He and his wife Theresa have two grown sons and five grandchildren. He may be contacted at lightning117_1999@yahoo.com.
