I would like to introduce myself as your new Essex correspondent. I've lived on Jersey Street for 29 years, in the house with the "Welcome to Reber" sign. I'm married to Amy Ivy, the gardening maven, and have two children who both live in Texas and despise winter. I live here because I like it and it's a lot like the place in Maine where I grew up.
The Store in Essex is indeed undergoing big renovations: new wiring, insulation and drywall. The owner, John Doyle, plans to rent it as retail space. He noted that ten years ago demand was strong for retail space in town but not so these days. While in town, my dog Ginny and I ran into Puss LaPine, who said that all is quiet at the transfer station. Ginny is very fond of Mr. LaPine because of his generosity with dog biscuits.
I've seen more logging going on recently in this part of Essex. I talked to John Mitchell who's cutting on my neighbor's property, and he told me the mills are buying but they're not paying all that well. He's sending good hardwood logs to Bristol, Vermont, white pine to Jay and hardwood pulp to Ticonderoga.
It may be early, but there are signs of spring here and there. Whallonsburg's Mary Burke took a swim (intentionally) last Saturday at Beggs' Point; the water was not warm but she, the ducks and a friend had a good time paddling around the misty harbor. Seed catalogs cover our dining room table and over at the French's sugar house firewood is stacked and ready for the maple season.
Please send me news of your fund raisers, blood drives, barn dances, academic accomplishments, celebrity sightings, artistic or athletic triumphs, horticultural mishaps and any other notable milestones or events related to Essex. You can call or better yet, email me at email@example.com.