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  • Happy Fathers Day Blog Post On Me In Maine.

    Happy Fathers Day Dad. Growing Up in Maine.
    My Dad Is On The Right, Next To Aunt Ruth, One Of Four Maine Farm Family Members.

    Moms and Dads are pretty darn important in guiding, shaping, raising children.

    We are lucky if we have both of them over long lives. And better yet on the local level to enjoy. To keep learning from and to spend time with through out the year. Moms and Dads, grandparents that are not in name only for much of life after the boys and girls grow up, leave the nest.

    Many folks have to settle for once or twice yearly parental visits. Sad fact. All she wrote. The small capsule of time the family actually spends together. That happens when kids get flung into the wind like scattered seeds. To start their families, to continue life often far from where they began their own lives.

    All of the four brothers in my family were lucky to have parents that lived into their eighties. That continued to stay involved, share wisdom and be a big part of all our our daily lives. Our kids too. You learn much from folks that love you, nurture you for four score. That take the responsibility very seriously.

    The old family stories, history is so important. Passed down of family members, events where as young new grasshoppers we would not know about. Were not on the scene yet. To share, recite with our own kids. The grandchildren. That is part of the foundation, folklore of the family unit. The family that shares the joys. Shoulders the setbacks. Attends all the same weddings, funerals, new births, life events. The ups and downs, twists and turns along the path we all travel. That unravels, plays out quickly.

    You are alone, hollow, empty without family.

    We belong, are accepted. Sure social circles are great, part of life too. But to be from a family providing unconditional love. Accepted, understood, not judged. Encouraged, listened to, that guide each other from an early age. Spending time with you. Preparing you with skills, values, beliefs to define you. To handle whatever comes at you in life. How you think, react and shown how to dig deep to weather the storms. Passing on the traditions our parents taught, shared with us to our greatest treasure, our own children.

    A family that sticks together is a beautiful thing. That family relationship strong or weak affects all the other ones you enter in to in life I believe. Early on the encouragement that everything will be all right gives a person a sense of safety, hope. Builds a bond of trust, not fear or insecurity. Whether being tucked in with a bedtime story and prayers before sleep. Or fed regular daily and holiday meals prepared with time, love, old family recipes. The time a family spends together on front open porch swings, taking time to share each other’s day lets you know someone cares. You are not alone, unloved in a family home filled with love. That creates a full, rich life of security instead of one of emptiness, darkness,neglect.

    My Dad and Mom loved each other, built a marriage of over 65 years.

    That love was demonstrated beyond just reciting the three words in actions. We were hugged by both parents, shown a path for life to follow. Taught moderation, an awareness of others, to be sensitive, caring. To work hard, to count our blessings. To look for the good, be positive. To pitch in, make things better in any way we could. We all had a purpose, role in our Maine rural family.

    Today is father’s day and I remember my Dad. The B-24 WW II tail gunner, farmer, trucker, real estate broker and appraiser. But it is so hard to spotlight just one half of the team.

    My Mom was the best thing to happen to my Dad.

    She backed him up, made him a better Dad. But he supported, thought he got the most from his end of the partnership in return. It was so obvious how each other felt about each other growing up. Working together, in tune and helping each other unlock secrets to any insecurities, worries. The two were never alone. Boosting the potential of each other and coming along side as a unit, as one to enrich the marriage.

    As a little kid there was nothing like hearing my Dad say the words “I love you Weeze” (his special version of Mary Lou).

    Uttered with pure sincerity, with unwavering assurance of his true feelings deep down in his heart and soul. The words combined with a hug from behind as he reached, squeezed, held her. while she was doing dishes, wearing an kitchen apron. A peck on the lips as she turned her head to the side happened. To meet his kiss. I saw, felt, witnessed love through out my childhood. Not everyone did I now realize and was so so naive to the fact.

    My Mom understood my Dad more than he did himself. She took the time to delve into his childhood, to help him explain mysteries, to explore him together. But he helped my pretty conservative, disciplined with moderation God fearing Mom soar too. To take chances, to dream deeper. She believed in him, he needed her to reach his potential. And they both worked together very hard. So it is difficult as the youngest kid of four boys to just celebrate Mothers or Father’s Day with one parent alone. Because that is not how I saw the two of them at their best. Together. Love you Mom and Dad.

    I’m Maine REALTOR Andrew Mooers, ME Broker
    207.532.6573
    info@mooersrealty.com

  • The New Year You Plan To Be Outdoors, In Maine More.

    Hear The Music Of Maine, Local And Out Of State Artists, Musicians.
    Maine Is Music All Around You. The Natural Kind, The Songs The Local Volunteer Musicians Create To Entertain The Whole Family Outdoors.

    Spending more time outdoors in Maine, enjoying the four seasons is one healthy New Year’ resolution.

    And because of more space, fewer people, the cost is small or none to fill those lungs with fresh air, your eyes with incredible scenery. Come listen to the water lapping on a one of our many Maine lakes, ponds.

    Visit Gulf Hagas …. which sounds like Las Vegas but is Maine’s version of a smaller “Grand Canyon”. Or kayaking, Maine river rafting or trek to the Allagash Wilderness Waterway if you are up for the adventure in 2013. Or whenever you can fit it in some R and R in Maine. Just get here.

    Make Maine your must do, healthy habit to be in Vacationland through out the year.

    Maybe a lighthouse in Maine, one of over 60 is the collection of images you want to add to the vacation photo album of memories. There is something special, that helps you unplug, let go and take away something special that stays inside around a Maine lighthouse, the rock bound coastline, sea air setting. Maine has four seasons and every special spot you need to return to looks, feels, is a little different depending on the time of year you vacation.

    Or maybe walking around the Old Port in Maine’s largest city Portland, to round out your knowledge of the Pine Tree State. If you claim to know Maine like the back of your hand.

    Remember,Maine is a rural farming state and the harvest of potatoes, blueberries, apples, anything agricultural is a special time to visit too! Farmers markets in Maine are a perfect chance to meet the down to Earth hardworking people of our neat state.

    Maybe getting out on a newly groomed Maine snow sled trails to ride, explore where a car does not go is what you had in mind. For something different, to see where the wildlife of Maine live.

    To enjoy the Maine outdoor setting way fewer people get to experience.

    Sliding for kids or adults, down hill skiing happens around Maine in the winter months too.

    Thank you for following the Me In Maine Blog Posts. I try to make the posts varied, special and to reflect the one of a kind setting only Maine can provide you. Happy New Year and hope our paths cross some way, some how in 2013.

    I’m Maine REALTOR Andrew Mooers, ME Broker
    207.532.6573
    info@mooersrealty.com

  • Maine, Fly Over It Outside A Plane.

    If you don’t live in Maine, then spending more time here is on your bucket list.

    Sneaking in often for more of all she offers.

    Find Yourself In Maine. Get Unplugged.
    Maine. Being “High Up” Is On The Bucket List.

    But above and beyond Maine, what else is on your New Year’s resolution list?

    Learning to fly is one of mine. And no, not just from a cockpit but to “feel like a bird”. Not with a plane super structure and plastic around you but having the freedom beyond free falling. Arching your back and climbing. Lowering your shoulders and diving.

    Far fetch and crazy? Not really. Your body is the fuselage with a little jet fuel and some back packs and a flying wing strapped on. Kept simple so you can adapt to a new “power” of movement besides walking, running, biking, hiking, skiing or other methods.

    Watch What Eight Minutes Of Fuel Can Do Flying Video.

    Yves Rossy is Jetman.

    Whether over the Grand Canyon or Swiss Alps, the sensation to fly must be a detachment from Earth. Letting go and soaring. Gliding, high speed air travel when you are in first class all by yourself. Without the crystal stem glassware or heated towels.

    No worries about leg room.

    You have total. No cramps, charlie horses with knees in your chest for hours for you. No aisle or window seat options needed thank you very much. No lines with TSA agents. Your wing is your carry on. The in-flight movie is all around you. 360 degrees surround sight and sound and you are in it. You catch yourself laughing. Feel joy, peace, achieve understanding. Above the petty day to day drama of reality with all those people left behind.

    Goggled eyes watering from the emotion, not velocity and due to the sheer deep down inside touched rush. An unknown sensation that you think must be one of a kind, the ultimate. But have no actually frame of reference or past carnival, Disney ride experience with this level of freedom. Or awareness. Yeah. Like an out of body, stairway to heaven like high altitude inner joy ride.

    Not worked up anymore about the oil needs changing in the Jeep.

    Or how many more payments on the house loan still to be made. Or anything other than total sensory explosion, over dose. Pegging, making the meter needle move. Above the roar of the day to day chasing the dollar. Pounding the pavement. You feel closer to God. You are.

    If flying over Maine, around Baxter Park, Sugarloaf Mountain, the Allagash Wilderness Waterway or along the rock bound craggy coastline dotted with lighthouses and quaint harbor sea villages.
    That’s what I want for Christmas. To look forward to in 2013.

    What is on your bucket list of have to do’s before your days on Earth are done? For fun, to unlock, unplug in Maine. Merry Christmas, Happy New Year Me In Maine Blog readers, followers. Thanks for stopping in. Scanning the hunt and peck of recycled electrons that means no trees were harmed in this media presentation.

    I’m Maine REALTOR Andrew Mooers, ME Broker
    207.532.6573
    Email info@mooersrealty.com

  • Maine … What Are You Waiting For?

    You May Be A Weed To Some, Look For Your Own Inner Beauty, Worth, Value.
    Some See A Burdock, Weed. Others Take The Time To See The Hidden Flower.

    Ever feel you are being held back, anxious but did not know why?

    With a sense of urgency caused by the crack of a starter’s gun at a sporting event but your arms, legs don’t move? Good. You are learning to relax, sit out a few of life’s races. Or your kids just grew up and are out on their own.

    Life is not a race.

    Not a buffet with everything under the glass sneeze guard having to be sampled. Heaped tittering on the sliding cafeteria tray like John Belushi’s Bluto in Animal House. Everything in life does not have to be approached like it’s life and death important either when you learn to let go, ease back and just enjoy the ride.

    Sometimes the rush and hurry is because of agendas others have for your life. Parents, spouses, bosses, churches, kids. Expectatations to do this, don’t do that. But why not salt and pepper a few of your own like Frank’s song about a little of it being “my way”. Especially after your kid’s that got your best growing up are up and out of the nest.

    At a graveside funeral service yesterday, mourners, friends and family of the deceased came together to pay their respects.

    To share and review the life of the departed. With outdoor stories about the personal experiences shared without a script. From the heart. How the one being honored touched the life of those standing around the grave site in the blustery cold wind. Being warmed inside by the spirit of that person.

    Funerals are healthy, should not be avoided. Make a person think of their own life as they hear about the journey of the dead before they left Earth. As you listen to the honor guard’s last lone blast on the trumpet. Watch the two unfold, refold the stars and stripes. And on bended knee with the utmost respect, present that red, white and blue triangle to the greiving family. To begin the healing. To attempt to fill the big void, gap the loss of the loved one creates when they die. And loved ones begin to realize how much they depended on that individual but did not really know the extent until they are gone.

    Ask any one with a bucket list or when they near the end about how they lived their life. Most share the joys of what was done right. But many will have regrets about spending so much time just trying to measure up. And meet the expectations of others around them. Coming up short in adding some color, seasoning to that life because of so much effort trying to please others. Happiness from outside yourself comes and goes. Joy developed inside you remains, radiates and sustains you through thick or thin.

    Take some of those hour glass shifting sands for yourself to produce some inner joy.

    It is not selfish if the bulk of your life is as a good and faithful servant to others. Your own personal enjoyment, enrichment, what you enjoy doing is also what defines your life. Adds greater deeper meaning.

    When family, especially your own kids are a priority in your life, the obligation and privledge to raise them provides lots of opportunities for fun. Because kids are masters at it. Especially in the younger years when their life is kept simple. Kids get you involved in their sports, schools, church activities. Cause bleacher seat introductions to other family oriented parents. Stimulate you to not miss church or to slack off in areas you are spurred on to work harder because of them. And the importance to make sure they are prepared for the wild blue yonder with practicing what you preach.

    When you take vacation trips with your kids, those family outings are seen through their eyes. Not just your own peepers. Kids in a good way cause the focus to be on the importance to get them raised right. Not just taking care of your own needs. Being responsible, considerate of others and giving something back all part of shaping a child. To give them a worthwhile purpose, skills and a healthy outlook to enjoy and impart with their kids some day. As the circle continues.

    When you spend time alone, read a lot after the kids are out on their own, time to pull back, think about life happens easily.

    You are freed up of the running a household with a neon glowing “no vacancy” sign out front and all that good parenting demands. A home becomes just a house again. And you have some frank discussions with the guy in the mirror you brush teeth, run a comb through your hair with each morning. About now what.

    Like the funeral experience which is like studying the life of others reading biographies to shape your own, clarity happens. Like the Johnny Nash or Jimmy Cliff remake song point out about hope, faith, promise. Options, choices are revealed for decisions you used to make out of consideration sharing with a mate or family considerations. But now on your own with the take away that it is your life to lead.

    If many people feel they lived their life jammed packed with meeting the expectations of others but not many of their own, there is a corner to turn up ahead.

    A sudden spacious empty nest can mean its time to have lattitude to charter your own brightly colored kayak. Grab a paddle. Find someone in time to paddle with beside you. But for now just enjoy catching your breath. Cranking your head around to survey the surroundings. To consider the options that become crystal in the quiet, new sensation of being alone. Listening for daily directional cues in Maine. Get on your knees and work more in your private personal spiritual garden.

    Slow Down, You Can Not Help But Relax In Maine.

    Maine, a special place where you can still hear yourself think.

    Unless you are hard of hearing and thought yesterday’s Me In Maine blog post was about Las Vegas. It was not, but about Gulf Hagas, the “Grand Canyon of Maine”. The four seasons solitude so easy to tap in to in Maine is the best place for the many life reviews along the way. To see what needs tweaking, loosening, tightening.

    Make Maine your first priority for the unspoiled, uncrowded, safe surroundings. To not lead your entire life out of just a sense of duty. But one out of love for what is inside you ready to blossom. To grow stronger in faith that feeds your passion, hunger, thirst and helps you discover what has been missing. You and I have lots of value, talent, worth that we need to re-discover. That sometimes others miss altogther because of your unwillingness to open up and trust. Or just they did not take the time because they were too busy too. Make, take the time to open up. It’s okay to be needy, we all are.

    Too often others can remind you of where you come up short. And you start to believe them when they say there is nothing about you that they like. It is up to you to see where you do get it right for self confidence, self esteem. Risk living your own life with confidence. Love every one, see every thing in it with hope, faith and understanding anyway. It is not conditional, it should be an agape type of love without strings or demands in return.

    I’m Maine REALTOR Andrew Mooers, ME Broker
    207.532.6573
    info@mooersrealty.com

  • Christmas Tinsel, Shiny Wrapped Presents But In Maine Much More.

    Christmas, More Than Presents, Wish Lists, Secret Santas, Egg Nog.
    Repair Broken Families, Reach Out To Kids That Need Your Love, Attention

    Christmas should be more home made and not store bought.

    Easy easy, not getting all anti commercial or trying to sabotage stimulating the economy for retailers this Ho Ho Ho season of green and red.

    But head over heels in debt, mountains of credit card receipts a Christmas bright does not make, right? My Mom from a Maine farm family of eleven. Always reminded her four boys growing up one important word. Moderation.

    Seek out and find, make the perfect gift. The one the loved one on the list really really wants. But put a lot of the holiday time, money, love in to the bigger picture of Christmas. To start with, continue family traditions but around more larger life purposes, meaningful areas. Helping those that know real hunger, kind of a carry over of sharing the Thanksgiving harvest of bountiful food theme should be part of the local Maine celebration.

    Soup kitchens, food pantries, putting on meals for shut ins, the homeless, the lost, tired, depressed and confused are the “others” the church sermons spot light.

    Remembering not home for Christmas, out of country service men and woman, their families with cards, home made goodies.

    Knitting mittens, scarves for those needing them more than you and I. Special attention to reaching out to kids that deserve a Christmas like you provide your own should be a nagging poke in the ribs. Kids deserve to know Christmas, Santa and his flying reindeer are coming to town.

    Making sure where they live is warm, safe, secure and that no one is left shivering, cold, forgotten. Caring for others in your local Maine community without calling attention to yourself in the process. Lots of behind the scene steps taken individually by secret Santas. Are you one every year? Is that the real Christmas that hits home for you, brightening it, providing it for others ?

    And Maine church, civic and service groups amplify individual efforts where the real Christmas treasure is. Your kids are watching, learning about the responsible side of the end of the year holiday. That is more than electronic gagdets, anything requiring batteries, expensive accessories.

    Repairing broken relationships caused by divorce which over fifty percent of us struggle through, endure, weather the best we can.

    Some long long in the past wrong that was not righted. Causing family splits the parents, grandparents if alive would be bring you to task about. Reaching out, again. And again. So others know you care, forgive, and take ownership of your role in the relationship train wreck. Family is everything, the only thing that matters like food and water to survive, to enjoy a rich life experience.

    Too many people get to the point of it’s just easier not to stir up the painful memories.

    But going back and reaching out to loved ones, especially in your family is more hurtful for everyone if you don’t. The wrist lock of mental barb wire will drag you down, continue, not go away.

    Like an embedded poisonous sliver of sharp glass that gets harder to remove as it lodges deeper. Becomes part of you. A daily reminder you can not stuff, bury, cast off, just forget. Like an elephant in the the room that causes all kind of problems. Distracts, derails any of the joy of Christmas that depression, rejection, or just being all alone, thinking no one cares can cause.

    Not fun, warm and fuzzy to talk about, but needing to be brought out in to the holiday lights, ribbon candy, egg nog and peanut brittle hoopla too.

    Don’t choose to get angry, frustrated, or rationalize the way it is that you wished it wasn’t is beyond you. That is not healthy, loving, kind. Casting blame on others when we all have a hand, role in making a mess of life’s events. Repair, reach out, forgive and seek continuation of family relationships. Communication that was once in place but got horrible misplaced.

    Merry Christmas, Happy New Year from the giant staff of the Me In Maine blog.

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    Andrew Mooers, Maine Real Estate Broker – REALTOR
    207.532.6573
    info@mooersrealty.com

  • I List, Sell Maine Real Estate.

    Rolling, Playing In The Maine Snow. Lots Of Fresh Air Filling A Kid's Lungs.
    Hey Dad, What’s For Supper?

    If you’ve followed some of the blog posts here on the Me In Maine platform, you don’t see the commercial pushing of new real estate listings.

    It’s about being grateful to live in Maine. To raise a family here, enjoy the great outdoors and commune with nature. I have platforms, websites for Maine real estate. Or videos for Maine real estate. Other blogs about the technical aspects of Maine real estate and the job itself, property listings.

    But why do I still list and sell Maine real estate since having my broker’s license from back in 1979? Because there is nothing like the honor of being called to help a family that is settling a Maine estate and needs to find a new buyer for their parent’s home. The place, house, home the Maine kids grew up in. Celebrated Christmas, Thanksgiving at. Other holidays.

    Where the prom date waited nervously in the front living room for his date to come down the front staircase.

    Where the winning baseball, basketball, hockey, soccer, cheerleading, whatever team had pizza parties to celebrate a victory. Or sleep overs in the Maine home or in a pitched back yard tent.

    The Maine home with open porch summer talks with Grandparents now long gone. With a dog, cat, station wagon in the front yard. Baseball games in the back yard, neighbor’s kids sharing the place, invited over for supper. Back and forth. The kids spending just as much time down the street and growing up with others in the “hood”.

    My job for over 31 years to help arrive at the realistic value of the Maine home, land, farm, waterfront, business, whatever property listing.

    To create a short list of updates to maximize the marketing and shortening the time to get to the long Maine real estate closing table.

    Or another aspect of the Maine real estate job as a broker, agency owner is to help a couple wanting a property on the waterfront. To help them find a Maine lake cottage for their kids to start traditions. And hopefully hang on to the place for years, generations to come.

    To continue the same traditions, family reunions on the open deck over looking the Maine lake.

    Teaching new members of the family how to water ski, fish, how to relax. Eating BBQ grilled food, home made potato salad, watermelon, ice cream with family. Sharing history, past events. Talking about characters in the Maine family.

    Family is everything, the only thing when it all shakes down right?

    I was a single full time Dad with four super kids. Two of each flavor. And through it all, listing, selling Maine real estate was a job I could fit in the rest of what I had to do. I was raised on a Maine potato farm and not afraid of hard word. This gig as a Maine real estate broker is not a 9 to 5 job. Working when others are available, nights, weekends. But you meet some really neat people. Learn a lot about life.

    Traveling to and from Maine real estate listings with buyers from all over creations. Sellers, property owners just as diverse. Varied. Interesting. I get paid for this. Whoa. Am in the profession, the home town, state and place I need to be under the sun.

    Thanks for following our Me In Maine blog posts. I’ll do my best to keep hunting, pecking electrons. To showcase the flavor of the unspoiled area, the neat people that are Maine. The hard working and family oriented in these small rural towns in a place called Vacationland. Maine, wake up and start dreaming in blue and green.

    I’m Maine REALTOR Andrew Mooers, ME Broker
    207.532.6573
    info@mooersrealty.com