This is the Spurwink Church Meeting house in Maine. To the right of this is my father’s grave. My sister was married here, so my father could be there, and celebrated her wedding on House Island, off the coast of Portland, the oldest continuously settled island in the state. There’s an old whaling camp there that is now a place you can get a lobster and some chowder on a tour of the island.
My brother celebrated his wedding on House Island as well. At that time, the late Hilda Doolittle, an old family friend and the matriarch of the family that owns House Island, asked me when it was my turn.
“I don’t know,” I told her. “But when it is, I’ll be here.”
Maine, help me be a part of my family’s traditions. And keep my promise to Hilda. Vote No on 1.