Like this convenience store or whatever dream you have in mind for a business. You are good with people, a hard worker. And frankly, they are not paying you what you are worth, for the all out full throttle effort where you now work.
Make the change. Ask some questions.
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But either way, you will find lots of pleasant surprises from the long list of what the state offers. And at the same time, the long list of what we don’t have will sway you to “Vacationland”.
The list of what we
have….includes crime. Maine is the 4th lowest crime state. We don’t have pollution because there are not a zillion people or industries. And pollution is not just glow in the dark type you think of being dumped into lakes by late at night trucks filled with 55 gallon drums tattooed with a skull and cross bones.
Again because the 11 people per square mile of Aroostook County means light pollution of yard lights, street lights and traffic is a non issue.
What else don’t we have that you will like? For starters when you land here, people wave, say hello, let you go in traffic, are willing to help you out. It’s not like that everywhere. We don’t have wall to wall rude pushey people. Anyone like that moves away, the nice ones stay or relocate here to get that kind of atmosphere and sense of pride in a local community.
Maine, get here just as quick as you can. Low cost real estate, less but friendlier people, no crime and far enough north so you won’t have to buy again anywhere more private in your lifetime.
Maine REALTOR Andrew Mooers
As a music teacher, she could get music to shine thru where there was none in the kid. She could teach kids how to jump, show horses, the responsibility of shoveling them out, feeding them.
Most of the kids that stayed the summer at the horse riding camp in Houlton Maine were from affluent families of doctors and attorneys in the cities thru out New York, New Jersey and Massachusetts. Many of the kids needed the work ethic instilled and came away more capable, less dependent and skilled at living away from home.
Two horses she had called Stardust and Melody were over 30 years old each. All the horses had personalities, quirks, habits…just like people. Taking them into Canada for shows was a blast, and some folks that rode as kids stuck with it. Some like caring for horses, some like the showing aspect better. At summer camp, we helped hay, went swimming at Cary Lake in Littleton Maine, got to go to the Borderland Drive In. Growing up in Houlton Maine was and still is fun. We also hit York’s Dairy Bar/Drive In for food once a week at least too. The summer went by quickly.
Maine REALTOR Andrew Mooers
Back in the 1800’s into the 1940’s, three generations in one big household was the norm. On farms, like The Walton’s,you need all the help you could to run the farm, raise the family and the crops, critters. It was out of economical need to that you needed the support of the entire family to handle the chores, the set backs cause by weather and / or poor market conditions.
Now with fewer farmers, families living with grandmother and grandfather to help raise the grand children is not common on farms. But the trend to seeing multi units bought and families living together rather than strangers may again be economical feasible and the norm. Here is a three unit where your parents live on the ground floor, you live on the second and your favorite uncle lives in the 3rd floor efficiency. Enjoy the show. $119,900.
Throw in a Victorian dozen room home and a brook, two ponds. And a big big view, horse riding indoor arena in the 80×60 barn. two other out buildings and 1500′ foot road frontage on a side route near a big lake. You need to watch the real estate video. $299,500 Firm.
Before that, I was a broadcaster. Working in high school at the small local AM station called WHOU that at the time was owned by Howdy Doody, who was pretty big in black and white early television with his kids’ show. In college for a broadcasting/film degree from the University of Maine at Orono, I worked my way up the commercial radio station to one owned by horror writer Stephen King. But to leave Maine, and continue the climb in my broadcasting career and consider raising kids outside of “Vacationland” put me at a life Saratoga point. Real estate became the logical next step and producing videos for my job and local community fit right in with my “former life”. Here’s the video highlights of how I ended up where I am now. This is the guy who hunts and pecks the MeInMaine blog.
But before the career path of broadcasting to real estate and then a blend of the two, I grew up on a Maine potato
farm.
The trend of less farmers, bigger farms. How do I “feed” that childhood involvement of the farm experience that is in my system, part of my inner GPS and value system? The hunger to work under the son on the same equipment my dad, his uncle did?
One, because I depend on it starting next week for the yearly bush hogging of the farm I bought that myself and three older brothers grew up on. Most of the farm is rented to an area potato farmer with rotations to grains every other year. Other sections are in the soil bank Conservation Resource Protection (CRP) program whereby that farm section is seeded down with special seed to promote a healthy “rest” from the farming cycle, over a ten year span. $50 an acre is receive as payment to put that soil in the soil bank, to keep it a farm field and help pay the property taxes. The rest of the farm not rented out, not in the CRP program is hayed and this year, with all the rain, haying has not been an easy operation.
When I am bush hogging, I can see what I have done that Saturday afternoon, or for a few hours before sunset. I know my family has maintained, worked hard on this same farm and are now gone, leaving the job to me. Something to pass on to my two sons who are home from college this summer. The two daughters did not get as exposed to the farming experience for which I am sorry. This farming heritage is in my blood but not the way I make a living. I am a pretend farmer because real estate is a jealous master…requiring most of my wits to keep up with changing technology and new ways to deliver information on property, on the local area events.
This Super M will run all day on five gallons of gas. In its earlier days, the gas it gulped was leaded, to help the
valves in lubrication. Now it does not pull plows, discs, harrows or a hay bailer. It does not pull a drain drill, a potato digger, or cultivate and hoe a crop. But I have all that equipment, could shift to the inbred farming skills and planting thru harvesting a crop. Or to raise cattle, beef if need be.
That is a secure feeling, a sense of being able to feed my family, and for members of my family to continue to feed their kids, my grandchildren and so on. It may come to that with world affairs and this 300 acre family farm intact, is now a hobby but could be a livelihood. But farming is no picnic, being dependent on the weather which is unpredictable, and sometimes cruel. Farming in Maine is hard work, but the haying, planting, harvesting of potatoes is a labor of love, something I have always known, that my parents, my brothers did growing up.
So I am excited. My hobby, the Maine farm, needs to be bush hogged. The operation starts this weekend and I am anxious to climb on the tractor, head out to the fields. I hook up the tractor battery, change the oil, grease the joints and head out to the back forty. Over the next week in my spare time and with the help of my two sons the farm fields will be mowed, trimmed and groomed. There will be immense satisfaction. A sense of stewardship, of history.
As I bounce along on that Super M approaching a Maine sunset, the sight of a white tail deer watching me, eating wild apples from a distance is serene. The hawk flying in a circle overhead. Looking, scouting for a mouse to sample. That scurries from the freshly mowed grass behind me. Makes a fatal run for it.
And the sunset, view of the hills hits me deeply. I think of my dad, my brothers, my great Uncle Finley who owned the Maine farm prior to 1959 and back into the teens, watching, smiling, approving. They enjoyed the same sunset..just a few decades earlier and the experience is spiritual for me. I know I am on the earth for a short time, and to enjoy, savor it. Being a steward of this family farm is an honor. And my kids may need some of that land to survive, to feed their kids and I hope it stays intact. Watch a Maine potato picking operation video…hear it, see it, experience it.