Recent News: Eblade May 2017
The long, cold, dark days of winter are refusing to go quietly. But the first signs of spring have been apparent: the occasional early season paddle or sail on those scattered warm days when Jamaica Bay calls out to us; the yearly reawakening of our grounds with mowing, painting, plumbing and electrical work required to keep Sebago functioning; boat maintenance on
Remembrances and stories about recently lost, beloved and powerhouse member, Tony Pignatello
Another season is upon us and our Spring Race Series is almost complete as I write this report. In the spring, the weather and conditions are always an ongoing surprise and this spring was no different with actual conditions rarely matching the forecast. For the first time in many years we actually held one of our races in Paerdegat Basin
The big news for canoe aficionados is the return of our fully restored, Old Town war canoe. Long canoes have a long history of warlike use by the indigenous people of North America and Africa. Be assured, the Canoe Committee is committed to their peaceful use, including programming for families, the community and others. The amount of war canoe programming
By the end of last season, it became evident that our classic Old Town war canoes were not going to go much further without some serious attention. Many years of well-intentioned but misguided repair efforts and inadequate storage conditions have rendered both boats nearly unusable. I’ve done some wood and canvas canoe restoration myself, and I know enough to be wary of undertaking a project
By Beth Bloedow June 3rd and 4th will be Sebago’s first Open House at our cabin, in the ACA camp at Lake Sebago, in Harriman State Park. We hope you’ll join us, especially if...
The story is still told in the kivas not only of the ancient ones but of their children and transformations. As it was told to me, so I tell it to you. This was before fires and the instruments we have had since. It is a story of your relatives: the swift-footed, four-leggeds, and the winged ones.
One by one they had come down into the Valley of Shadows in wagons of fear. They were led by a fisherman, his wife, and their new child. The fisherman had been away from the sea for many years. And in all their days of marriage, the fisherman and his wife had been childless. It was not until the journey that the couple came to have a child. On their way through the mountains, the fisherman’s wife