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little known fact about my unusual childhood: all of my adoptive grandparents were from rural maine communities. my favorite grammy, rose, was the youngest of 17 children and raised dirt poor in rockport, maine (her husband was from the northern timber country in aroostook county) on the penobscot bay. i used to spend all my childhood summers in rockland and even graduated from rockland district high school. go tigers!
anyway, this paragraph really hit home:
As the groundfish began to diminish, he said, his congregants’ problems — depression, drinking and family trouble — grew.
i was lucky in that i spent so much time with grandparents directly, but my adoptive cousins fell into holes: heroin, unemployment and just plain rugged poverty.
now, a major credit card company moved into the town and dumped a ton into the infrastructure. it revived. but i’m lucky i escaped with the recipe for cawn hake in my head, that i owe to my grams.
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