Tag Archives: Sam Morrison

Sam’s Ghost

Posted on June 8, 2020 by bereksennebec

I’ve had plenty of ‘by myself’ time in the past several months. With Beth going to Belgrade 5 days a week to take care of our grandson, that leaves me, Bernie (our dog) and my thoughts. I’ve noticed I’m spending … Continue reading →

Tagged Chelesa Maine, fishing, Friendship, gardening, John Clark, John R. Clark, Loss, Memorial Day, memories, Sam Morrison | 4 Comments

Just the Ticket For Cabin Fever

Posted on February 27, 2018 by bereksennebec

John Clark sharing bits from the wayback machine and my experience helping GMLA (Great Moose Lake Association) last weekend. Last week at our monthly Hartland Couples Club meeting, I overheard two members discussing the limited number of GMLA members available … Continue reading →

Posted in Uncategorized | Tagged bald eagles, Brook trout, Brown trout, Cusk, Fishing derbies, Great Moose Lake Association, Hartland, ice fishing, John Clark, Largemouth bass, Maine, Pickerel, Sam Morrison, Smallmouth bass, White perch | 4 Comments

Green Zen

Posted on June 29, 2017 by bereksennebec

John Clark on something that you might not think has much to do with writing. Read on and decide for yourself. Remember when you were a kid? Think for a moment about some of the things you were absolutely convinced … Continue reading →

Tagged Chelsea, creativity, gardening, Hartland, John Clark, landscaping, meditation, Sam Morrison, weeds | 4 Comments

A Town Without City

Posted on January 12, 2017 by bereksennebec

John Clark returning to wrap up our 27 years in Chelsea. First off, one thing that struck Beth and I when we moved to Hartland was the immediate sense of community. Yes, it was a hardscrabble town with plenty of … Continue reading →

Tagged Chelsea Maine, Friendship, Girl scout leaders, Hartland Maine, ice fishing, John Clark, Sam Morrison, School boards, School volunteers, Town meetings | 1 Comment

Sam’s Ghost: Reprised in honor of Father’s Day

Posted on June 12, 2013 by mainecrimewriters

This essay in honor of my late friend and neighbor originally appeared in Wolf Moon Journal in 2004. I was under my wife Beth’s VW, changing the oil, when I heard the slow crunch of gravel at the end … Continue reading →