I consider Maine an honourary Canadian province. I hope that doesn't offend anyone. Really, when you look at the map, it makes no sense that Maine is in the US. The New Hampshire border is a much more logical terminus to the States. Who should I talk to about righting this? You see, I feel a kinship with Maine. I was there recently and felt it, no doubt. I visited towns I'd never been to and felt at home. Familiar territory. I put it down to ancestry.
My family roots are on Prince Edward Island, Canada's smallest province. Maine and PEI are both considered part of Acadia. So much of what I experienced, the waterfront, town buildings, clapboard houses, the smell of the air, the food -- all of it reminded me of PEI. I felt it at every turn, but a couple of times it almost knocked me over. When I got breakfast at the cafe beside the Inn where I was staying, I saw the manager's card right by the cash. His name: Dave Rossiter. My mother's maiden name is Rossiter. I'm a Rossiter descendant. And later I picked up a copy of Down East, the Magazine of Maine and cracked it open to read the editor's letter first. His name? Paul Doiron. Have you heard the surname Doiron before? It's an Acadian name -- one of the names of the original French settlers who lived in Acadia from 1700-1755. I'm a Doiron. It was my last name until I met and married Mr. Austin. Sure Austin is easier to say and to spell, but I'll always be a Doiron.
One of the highlights of my trip was seeing all of the beautiful coastal homes. This one was my hands-down favouite. It's in Kennebunkport, Me
To see more beautiful Maine homes from my trip, check out my other blog.