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People I Met Today At A Maine Real Estate Closing.

Black and white holstein cow looking for grain, an apple, a pat on the head.

I make my living selling Maine real estate.

It has been that way for 30 years. And the people we meet, the lives we get intertwined with in the process is an adventure, an education. Today’s closing in Patten Maine was with a couple who the wife had both parents killed in a car accident. The driver causing it died too for speeds in access of 100 miles per hour. The parents in their 80’s on their way home in Pennsylvania with a load of fire wood on a back road.

The Maine real estate buyer, the daughter of the couple lost in the wreck had always wanted a log home with a view and a big deck.

Inheritance helped this couple complete that dream to help forget the nightmare of a sudden loss of both parents. The place they bought with 15 acres of land in Patten ME has a dramatic setting. The price in the low $130,000 range. They lived in Southern Maine, in Wiscasset ME where our one lone nuclear reactor is moth-balled. They said it is getting crowded there and wanted to be closing to the edge of wilderness, less people, more wildlife. Aroostook County / Northern Penobscot County is all that when you are handy to the Allagash Wilderness Waterway, to Baxter State Park’s Mt Katahdin and the other mountains around it to hike, camp out on, to enjoy the solitude.

My parents are both gone and were in their 80’s too with full lives. You miss them but my three brothers and I did not suddenly lose both of them in a car accident. And like one real estate seller we worked with last year, we all had full childhoods with knowing them well working on a Maine potato farm. Seeing them everyday in the fields, potato house, working on the farm buildings. I had another real estate seller who was eight when both his parents died with another couple in a boat that over turned on Grand Lake in Danforth Maine. He was an only child and went to live with his grandparents.

So when you think you have it rough, when your day is going straight up hill or sliding backwards, losing ground, think of how hard it could be. With loss of ones you love in not peaceful, easy ways. I think we are blessed with so much to be grateful for if the truth be known and you take serious inventory of events in your life. In small areas of Maine, the communities pull together thru loss and your neighbors, friends, relatives share your pain. Help you through it. To live in a concrete urban jungle where the pace of life is hurried and no one really cares would make you feel a total orphan and cut off from a sense of community. Maine, one more reason to feel connected, part of a family, support group with down to earth, down home concern for others.

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January 8, 2010
How Much Energy Do You Waste Worrying, Anxious, Protecting Yourself?

In small towns around Maine, neighbors look out for each other.

     The village helps raise your kids, and you give back to local charities, local events, and pitch in coaching little league and other teams. In cities, you are more guarded, more cautious. You do lock your doors, several times. You protect yourself from loss of property and personal safety is on your mind daily. There are many places you avoid eye contact, you know there are risks and

Maine youth learn work ethic, earn their ipods, spending money.

your anxiety level increases. Mortgages are larger, expenses to more burdensome, you live with higher traffic, more smog ridden areas. The difference in living is dramatic between rural and urban. And you age prematurely from stress, the fast pace, worries in population centers. In rural less populated areas, the sky is bluer, you can see stars, you don’t carry a taser or wory about gangs or being robbed.

    In rural Maine, we have recreational options in our back yard, we have space, we volunteer to make our areas a better place to live, work and play.

     We live below our means, save money, and are grateful for what we do have. Our families are the most important concern in all we do day in, day out. We go to church. We seek to be better people, improve, read, learn. Kids have work ethic, work for what they need, what they have.

Are you ready to head to Maine? 4th lowest crime state, friendly helpful people, low cost real estate, clean four season outdoor living. Maine. Get here as quick as you can.

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May 12, 2009
As A Maine Kid, I Rode In The Back Of A Pick Up….

As a kid, I did not watch television all day, or much at all.

I had a mini bike and explored with my friends. I bought the mini bike with money I earned working on the farm and especially during potato harvest. I used my imagination and played outdoors after the chores were done. I

Youth Show Up On Time To Work, To Earn Their Keep! Kids Contribute To The Family Experience In Maine. Self Sufficient, Self Reliant Happens In Small Maine Town Living.

learned the joy of reading at an early age. I learned everything about the care and showing of a horse thanks to my Aunt Ruth

Little Ponderosa horse riding summer camp. I learned alot about mechanics tinkering on an old snow sled. Driver’s ed was a piece of cake because a Maine farm boy had been driving since the feet were barely enough to reach the machinery pedals.

My mom and dad were big believers in education, bettering yourself, reading.

I did not feel depressed, I was not lonely, I knew my mom and dad loved each other and there was no divorce. There was not screaming or alcohol in the home and we liked to do lots of things as a family. Trips to Uncle Frank’s camp at Nickerson Lake and an ice cream afterward.

My three older brothers were with me on these family outings. I knew I was part of a big family, lots of relatives and we all laughed, played and cared about each other. We were made responsible and became very independent, self sufficient growing up on a farm where we all contributed and knew we were a vital part of the family.

My crib was probably not OSHA approved, I did not get sick much and had lots of fresh air growing up. My childhood was fun and I had respect for my parents. They taught me the word “no” at an early age and in fact, certain

Veterans, Relatives, Others..We Had Respect For Others Fighting For Freedom Growing Up in Rural Maine.

looks meant no without a word being said. I accepted and knew they had the best intentions in guiding me, raising me, teaching me. I had limits, rules and earn privileges, freedom I appreciated and did not abuse. I was treated like a person, not made to feel guilty, and was not raising my parents or other brothers. Authority and routines were not fought tooth and nail.

The clock on the wall was part of the structure that was accepted and not attacked as controlling growing up in a small Maine town family .

As kids, being resourceful to adapt and think on your feet meant a change of plans was not big deal. Roll with it and don’t be a prisoner of a bend in the road ahead by fighting it. We were taught to expect new developments and not told what to expect at every juncture by our parents. We used our imaginations. We conversed and were not stuck on a device and were present not detached in the moment. We had life skills beyond one or two areas where we excelled and the rest had to shrug their shoulders. Or say “go fish”. We were content, happy, productive. We felt empowered to pitch in and stretch, to grow and not to whine or blame. We had fire in our bellies, passion, were driven.

My parents had the controls, and I felt secure in their guidance and slow release of the strings of childhood. They prepared me for when I was on my own raising a family. The time when living a full life after both had left this Earth and gone to the great beyond. We talked about life. We talked about death. Death was a part of life, not morbid, and a reason to live each day fully. Make a difference while you are Earth and give it your all, do your best.

Summer Living In Maine. No Matter What Season We Are Pretty Much Outdoors Year Round.

Counting our blessings, being grateful, choosing to be happy, content, at peace I saw first hand from my parents.

It rubbed off, and my kids will share the traditions with their kids, my grandchildren. Life is good, it is what we make it. Our view point being positive is contagious to others around us. We all ebb and flow … we really do rise and fall together in a small Maine village.

There is an intimate connection being raised in a small Maine town. People care, share, they check in on each other. You are needed in the small Maine town to take on many roles and contribute. When we lose someone it is felt. You are missed. When a new birth is announced, it is special for all in the small Maine town. Others are rooting for you and vice versa. You don’t get that feeling in a high pressure, crime riddled city lifestyle.

Look around, see the unspoiled all natural beauty only a sparsely protected area like Maine can provide.

We are insulated from so much that a person does not need to experience that a concrete jungle provides for an expensive existence and we know it. Are you thinking you want to live in rural Maine and have a simple life, without drama and loaded with lots of four season, unspoiled beauty? That’s what this blog is all about.

Maine REALTOR Andrew Mooers

MOOERS REALTY 69 North ST Houlton ME 04730 USA |

207.532.6573 | info@mooersrealty.com

May 5, 2009