After reading the recent discussion about people being “from away,” I had to respond. I fell in love with the Damariscotta River as a child when I summered at family members’ homes.

At 12 years old I made a vow to the river — that I’d return to live there one day. My Aunt Betty warned me that I’d always be considered “from away,” even if I lived to be 90. It made no sense to me then.

At 22, I returned with a new husband and baby. And I was home. But it wasn’t easy. Another baby, then widowhood …

My second husband, a fisherman (also from away), and I built our house and raised the kids in this small town where everyone knows everyone. Generations intertwined.

I worked and volunteered throughout our community, helping the elderly, babysitting and running a small business. I’ve gardened this land long enough to see my woodlot regrow. 

Maine is made of the people, their efforts and contributions. Those who step up will be welcomed.

Yes, I’ll always be “from away,” but Maine will always be my heart and my home.

I chose to be a “Mainah” and I think Maine chose me.

Elizabeth Throckmorton Kellett
Walpole