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Town News

Sally Doten



It’s 4:30 p.m. on Monday afternoon and the sun is still shining. The days are getting longer, and I love it.  Last night’s rain left the yard a glare of ice. You will need skates to get to the door. 

Basketball season is winding down and the tournaments will begin. Hope to see all the Baring kids in Bangor. Good luck to Jacob Hornbrook, Matt Perkins, and Emily & Katie Erskine. 

Who knows where all the turkeys have gone? We only have 2 in the yard now. The first time they visited there were twelve. The last time I saw the complete flock was near the home of Don Barnes. Don, where did you hide them?

Please keep Rita Stewart in your thoughts and prayers. If all goes as planned, she will have had her heart by-pass surgery when you read this. She has been at EMMC for 2 weeks. Also, Edna Southard has been a recent patient at CRH. She returned home on Thursday. Feel better soon, Edna.

I received a great gift from Wilma (Billy) Parks last week. She had a poem written by my grandmother Annie Moreside and her mother Flossie Bartlett. I love reading about the history of Baring and the residents that were here way before my time. I hope you enjoy reading the efforts of these two special ladies. It was written in 1923.

“The Flood of 1923” 

By Annie Moreside and Flossy Bartlett

It was the last of April in 1923

That everyone in Baring was as scared as they could be.

For the old settlers of Baring at over 50 years of ago

Had never seen the St. Croix River in such an overflow. 

The railroad was overflowed about 6 feet deep.

They covered the bridge with rocks for they thought that it would keep.

But the water it kept rising and rising up so fast That the old bridge it got rotten and went in at last.

The people that were standing around and saw that awful sight

They were all wondering just were the bridge would light.

One part of it went again the Chases’ Mill as everyone could see

And then the other part of it went swiftly down the stream. 

We all supposed that Chases’ Mill was all in – down and out

For a number of the lumber piles had begun to go afloat.

It took out mills and bridges along the old St. Croix,

And many of millions of dollars’ worth this water had destroyed.

So, here’s to the old bridge we all have bid adieu

We hope that the new bridge will last a century through.


PS: It didn’t. The new bridge went out in 1968 – burned flat. 

I think of these two ladies writing this, their heads together, a cup of tea, and laughter shared around an old wooden table. I didn’t know Flossie personally, only heard about her through my parents and her children. My grandmother had a great since of humor and I can hear her telling this story. Memories are such a wonderful thing.

Belated birthday wishes to Bertha Johnson. Bertha turned 89 this week and celebrated by having a Subway sandwich with a candle in it. Best wishes, Bertha, and many more.

Have a good week; share your news with me. Stay safe and well.