History
and wanderings of a Maine Yankee in and around the White Mountain National
Forest, Cold River Valley, and the Fryeburg, Maine Area.
A collection of columns written by the author from September 13,
1989 - December 20, 1996.
Excerpts—
“November is here again, the time when my thoughts are much on the mountains and the deep woods that I love so much.”
“When Frank Carlton was 32, both of his parents died within 24 hours of each other from some type of food poisoning. It was believed to be from eating the liver of a freshly butchered cow. Frank was left alone on the farm under the howling wind that swept down from the mountains and out through The Basin.”
“The tourist says, “there are sure some weird looking people around here.”
Ben said, “there sure are but I suspect they’ll be gone by Labor Day.”
“Moriah Mountain was named after a hill in Jerusalem.”
About the author
Ed Jones was born in North Fryeburg, Maine in 1939 and graduated
from Fryeburg Academy in 1957. He went to work for the U.S. Forest
Service, White Mountain National Forest, Evans Notch District that same
year. The next fifteen years were spent clearing trails, marking timber,
building shelters, and acting as timber sale administrator, always accompanied
by his faithful companion, “Dutchy” his beloved beagle. He now works as a
building contractor but still roams the woods. Ed served fifteen years as a
Fryeburg Selectman, is past president of the Board of Directors of Harvest Hills
Animal Shelter, Inc., past president (twice) of the Fryeburg Historical Society,
and is Curator of the Fryeburg Fair Farm Museum. He resides with his wife,
Diane, in North Fryeburg, Maine.
