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Page 6 THE QUODDY TIDES 27 July, 2018 p US 2018 10 a.m. to 5 p.m. in the Gift Shop 83 Washington Street, Eastport 10% off all Raye's Mustard 20% off all cases Na Mustard Day Hometown Proud 88 Washington St Eastport ME 04631 853-4050 Bakery and Deli Quality Meats Fresh Produce Agency Liquor Store Megabucks THE IGA FOODLINER IS ALWAYS EXPANDING VARIETIES IN ALL DEPARTMENTS. STORE HOURS: Open from 7 a.m. to 7 p.m. Seven days a week Come and join with Blues Band and Melissa Cushing Trio To bring two countries together in Peace and Love Something Old, Something New Rock 'n Country, Bluegrass, Folk 'n Blues Sunday, August 5, 2018 Music starts at I p.m. Stockford Park, Lubec (From Rt. 1, just follow the signs) A presentation of LAMPS in friendship with Campobello Fogfest Camping available at Sunset View RV / Campground, Cobscook Bay State Park, Quoddy Head State Park and Herring Cove Provincial Park on Campobello Island. II Seeing more with less by RJ Heller When we fhst came Downcast for a two-week family vacation, we stayed at a small summer cottage out on Cow Point in Roque Bluffs. The house was a small rustic building with a couple of bedrooms, was also a major runway for mosquitoes. I quickened my cadence and after a few minutes of walking with arms flailing try- ing to dodge the hungry insects, I realized there was no one beside me anymore. I was alone. Stopping and turning around, I a kitchen, dining and riving room, all shar- saw the rest of the family standing in -ing the sm iii fo0 dnt of first floor space, someotie% front-yard; beiat- 6ve with There was a fireplace with the mandatory hands on knees, peering into a house (or so we thought) deer head above,through the picture window. They were though this version was made of metal, watching television. Even here, amongst and, to be honest, quite hideous, nature and with the sinewy buzz of mos- The view of the bay from the deck out- quitoes in one's ear, I realized that the side was a patchwork of blues, greens and power of the electron is a formidable ene- puffs of white, like a continuously mov- my. It was at the next commercial break ing color wheel floating above a sea of that we again moved on, together. granite. A small path led down to the ledg- With those distant days catalogued as a es overlooking the bay, and a set of stairs pleasant and humorous memory, we now from there would take you down to a have been living Downeast for the last small beach. This was a great spot and three years. Both kids are grown and have one we would enjoy for a number of years moved on while we live here making before buying our home in Starboard. friends, many of whom do not own a tele- One thing the house did not have was a vision. This was surprising at first because television set, an observation loudly not- today many people have multiple televi- ed by our children within seconds of ar- sion sets situated throughout their homes. rival. In booking this oasis in the woods, Add in the cell phones, iPads and other both my wife and I knew about the ab- electronic devices that promise to keep one sence of any sort of broadcasted enter- "connected," and well, you get the picture tainment coming into the house and - the distractions have grown in size and thought it could bring an added "un- number. But here, I have come into con- known" to the experience of a family va- tact with more people who have walked cation. There was a screen and a DVD away by permanently cutting the cord to player, so if we did reach the point of take a more open and unfiltered view of technological starvation and began exhib- the world through a window of experi- iting fits of anxiety resulting in blank ex- ence, contemplation and learning. Yes, pressions on our faces, a movie could be learning. With more time on people's inserted and played, hands, the art of doing, versus not doing, What we did fred in the way of the is alive and well. And when one does, one "unknown" was that after a few days of learns. this absence from the modem world, life Today, contemplative time is a rare and without TV continues and in many ways precious commodity. Sometimes it is is richer. Both kids created things to do spent meandering pathways through for- instead of complaining about the lack of ests and coastline, all the while thinking of something to do. They played games, read things that are happening in today's world, books, helped cook, explored their sur- or not. Sometimes it is sitting with back roundings and saw wildlife and nature un- against a rock watching the sea unfold, fold before their eyes. And they talked to telling its secrets one wave at a time; or one another, certainly a rare occurrence sitting at the kitchen table while others are by today's standards, still asleep, with a mug of steaming cof- In some respect, their senses were fee, windows open, listening as the work- heightened by the lack of distracting in- ing boats head out accompanied by the terference, or noise, as I call it. It was as if bleating of a distant foghorn. And some- both kids were experiencing these com- times it is a shared experience, very much mon things for the very first time. I find like that family vacation, where we found that a walk taken in a wooded space, even that space, outside and inside, thz/t one-on- a walk taken in the same place over and one time with nature, and with ourselves. over again, is brand new when your sens- I realize now that the vacation without es are open and receptive. This is what television was a life lesson missed because our children were experiencing on the at the time I was still moving too quickly. coast of Maine. As I take time today to reflect on its mes- There were moments of weakness and sage and admit being the owner of a tele- relapse. One example of this happened on vision, I take solace knowing that since a walk we were taking together as a fami- arriving to Maine the TV is off more than ly one evening. We were walking on the it is on. There are the Red Sox and that main road, a short distance from the movie that is a "must watch" while bear- house. There were a few houses on the ing the increasing number and length of road, and as I walked I realized the road commercials. But when compared to our life before, versus our Downeast life now, SAY YOU SAWIT television is a minimal distraction in a life IN THE QUODDY TIDES now filled with bright, natural and won- drous things to see and do.