Our next stop was New Hampshire. Where we reacquainted ourselves to friends, old hangouts, and work places. We lived in NH from 1977 thru 1985. We got a campsite in Weare, not far from friends and old stomping grounds.
It is not often you get a real stone fire pit at a campground.
Went back to the old church where we were baptized and attended. Nothing remains the same. A parsonage was started behind the church. Rooms were modified and made up-to-date. But the sign over the front door remained intact. "You are now entering the mission field."
June 3, 1970 Connie and I were married in Kentucky. June 3, 2015, we chose to celebrate with Alan Beaulieu, Dick and Bonnie Phaup. (Good times with friends go with good food.)
The next morning I was invited to go fishing with Dick. I could not refuse. Connie drove me to meet the guys. She headed back to the trailer to knit. Someone has to sacrifice in order to fish. Thanks Con.
Dick's fishing buddy was a good friend with a unique history. He had lived a very independent life before coming to know the Lord. (If you know the people of New England, you recognize independence.) But after he accepted the Lord, he became outspoken for the Lord.
We drove what seemed forever to a little lake near Maine. We put the boat in and motored to 'the spot'. By the time we got there he was rigged up and had in his first cast. Realize he did the driving. I, on the other hand, had yet to put on a hook.
Bam!!! He had his first fish. He had his limit before I caught my first one.
We all caught our limits, although I am not sure I actually caught mine. We returned home tired and happy after a great day. We cleaned 15 rainbows and threw them in the freezer.
The next day we left for Maine.
We lived in Maine for 5 years, so it also is considered home. Forgive me if I show some pictures that remind us of those years.
Many, many years ago we visited a lake in Central Maine with the Beaulieu's. Phil caught a string of bass on that lake while we were there. We camped in tents and enjoyed roughing it. Now the Beaulieu's own two beautiful homes where there used to be the campers. We no longer use the tent. And Phil has children of his own to fish with. Dawn and Allen have asked us to meet them there for a little reunion.
We originally were going to camp onsite. I drove the camper down to their property but did not find a place to park. Their house is down there somewhere.
Instead, we chose a campground that was not too far away from the lake.
Not sure if this is same dock we launched from 35 years ago, (I doubt it.) but it is located at the same place.
We had a great time with the Beaulieu's, all the Beaulieu's. There had to be a house of 10-15 families there. Dad and Mom's, Grandma and Grandpa Manter, sisters, brothers, kids, their spouses and kids. We really enjoyed visiting friends more than the scenery. And got a chance to build a ramp to boot.
So why don't we have pictures of our friends? I have to correct this.
The Maine reunion was over and we leave for Acadia tomorrow.
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