From-Away in Maine

 From-Away in Maine - the way life should be

There are three kinds of people in Maine: tourists, natives, and those of us who have put down roots in Maine but are “from-away.”  If you are from-away in Maine it’s best to just fess up and “own” it.  If you claim Maine native status to a Maine native, well, get ready for a series of questions.  If your parents moved here when you were a month old, sorry.  According to the current (as far as we can tell) definition, native means you were born here.  It used to be more stringent than that.  Back in the 80s, when Siobhan’s mom and stepdad owned the High Tide Inn in Camden, native meant that your parents were born in Maine, too.  The saying went, “If your cat has kittens in the oven, that doesn’t make them biscuits.” (Followed by a big “Harumph!”)

But even though we are self-confessed, fresh-off-the-boat from-away inn owners (most recently from NJ, but before that, Nebraska, Nevada, California, Germany), we have been made to feel very welcome in Camden.  It’s a great community.  And these days, being from away doesn’t seem to carry the stigma it used to, probably because of the large influx, over the past 20-30 years, of non-natives who have fallen in love with Maine and moved here to live their dream life of small farming, or artisanal cheese-making…or inn-keeping.  Our contractor, Craig, says he heard that the from-away people now outnumber the natives by 2:1!

But there are moments when we do feel our from-away-ness.  We call them Driveway/Parking Lot  Moments.  We’re stealing this term from NPR.  In NPR’s Driveway Moments, you are so riveted to a story that when you arrive home, you sit idling in your driveway rather than miss the end.

Here at Towne Motel, we have two versions of Driveway Moments. In the first, we are helping guests with their luggage or waving goodbye. But it’s the second version that we’ve been experiencing more often lately, as the weather has gotten colder.  In Driveway Moment #2/Winter, we stand in the chilly parking lot with our plumber Casey, or our snow plough guy Bob, or another hardy (usually male) Mainer, and get into long-ish conversations about “systems” and “cascade effects,”…or where the giant piles of snow will go.  The guy in question is wearing a flannel shirt, we are wearing down jackets, and we are shivering.  This is where the native Maine guy begins to have some fun with the from-away girls.  A sadistic gleam comes into his eye, and he asks (barely suppressing a grin), “Ever been here in the winter?”  He’s pretty sure of the answer.

We’ve been trying to establish some cred by noting we used to live in Nebraska…this gets an eyebrow-raise of respect, but our guys are still having fun piling on the horror stories.  We’d like to note (as I told Casey) that on Monday, NJ got eleven inches of snow, and here in Camden we got like….two.

But time will tell…stay tuned for more winter adventures from Towne Motel!

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