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I believe it is important to note here that many of the older folks
‘way back then’ were not highly educated. It was far more important
to put good food on the table than know how to read a good book.
Besides, it doesn't require a high degree of education to be smarter
than a lobster or a codfish.
It's a well known fact that any person that lives in Maine is a
Maineiac and anyone living beyond the boarders of Maine, north,
south, east, or west, is a maniac. Just ask anyone from Maine; they'll
be more than happy to tell you the truth as they know it.
In my own simple way I’m going to try and tell you
how it was when I was a young lad, but first I must tell you the
last story I heard so you will understand what being a Maineiac
is all about.
A ninety eight year old Maineiac was sitting on his
front porch early one spring morning when a man walked up to him
and asked,“ Are you Mr. Lawrence Pinkum?”
“Aayah, I’m him,” came back a rather slow reply.
“I’m afraid I have some very bad news for you, Mr.
Pinkum. I have just surveyed your property and you don’t live in
the state of Maine. In fact, you live in New Hampshire.”
On March 15, 1820 Maine separated itself from that
southern state and became the 23rd state. People have often wondered
why Maine wanted to separate itself from Massachusetts and I guess
it's up to me to let out the secret.
Massachusetts had gone through some rough times in
1773 when they decided to throw a whole cargo load of tea into the
ocean. That was a real waste of tea but it was done for a good reason,
so we Maineiacs forgave them. On March 14, 1820 two politicians from Boston decided to put a tax on Maine lobsters so we threw the Bostonians overboard (as lobster bait) and seceded from the south. And that's the truth as I know it. |
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